Zhan Chi froze in place, his eyes instantly stinging.
'Not allowed to eat too much?'
The bottle that had drifted in from the sea all those years ago... Elder Chen had translated the message inside. It said the old Daoist wasn't letting her eat.
"Little one…"
"Father Zhan," Ye Qianning called out, turning her head to Zhan Chi. She then looked at Qian Fanji. "And Father Qian."
RUMBLE—
Zhan Chi's mind went blank. It didn't feel real. "What did you call me?"
"Dad."
Zhan Chi was so excited he could barely control his expression. "Qian Fanji, did you hear that? The little one called me Dad! She called me Dad!"
"I heard. She called me that, too." At that moment, not a trace of his usual cold demeanor remained on Qian Fanji's face.
Xiang Minghou's expression was tense as he gripped her shoulders. "That old Daoist—where is he? He took you for ten years, and he starved you to this state..."
"Dad, please calm down. There's a reason for everything. Let's go inside and talk."
