When Lin Kuang arrived at Yang Ruotong's villa, he found her playing at home with Xinxin, since it was Sunday. The little girl seemed overjoyed, and her happy laughter echoed constantly.
Listening to Xinxin's cheerful giggles put Lin Kuang in a good mood.
As for Inoue Kenta, I won't mention it. The most important thing is that Yang Ruotong and Xinxin are happy; nothing else matters. Besides, if I told her about something like this, she might just overthink it. It's best not to burden her with needless worries.
With that thought, Lin Kuang got out of his car and stepped into the villa's main hall. Seeing him walk in, Yang Ruotong was taken aback for a moment, while Xinxin joyfully ran over to him.
"Hello, Uncle Lin!" the little girl chirped, stretching out her small hands for a hug.
Lin Kuang smiled and reached out, scooping Xinxin into his arms. "You seem very happy today, little one," he said with a laugh, gently pinching her nose.
