Luo Qianqian gave Luo Xinyue a sweet smile: "Dad."
"Hmm?"
"My brother and I both love you dearly." Luo Qianqian stood up and threw herself into Luo Xinyue's embrace. For years without a father, she had often imagined her uncle in the father's role and envied He Wenyu and the others for having a father to dote upon.
Whenever she had a problem, she would turn to her brother, letting him support her with his tender little shoulders.
Luo Xinyue was slightly taken aback, but then he laughed, holding Luo Qianqian with eyes that faintly flickered with emotion, and responded softly: "Hmm."
Wrapping her arms around Luo Xinyue's neck and standing on tiptoe, Luo Qianqian planted a kiss on Luo Xinyue's cheek: "To make up for when I was a child."
Luo Xinyue was slightly stunned, his tears almost spilling out, quickly lifting his head, unwilling to let such a shameful side be seen by his daughter.
When Qianqian was little, he had always been absent.
