"Daddy… Little Tiger misses daddy…"
There was a jumble of noises on the other end. Little Tiger must have snatched the phone over. The phone was hung up with two beeps.
An'an was still stunned, the words "daddy" echoing relentlessly in her ear. She felt as though her head was about to explode.
An Xi had given birth to a son, Little Tiger, who called Lu Yan "daddy"…
At this moment, Lu Yan walked over, his magnetic voice laced with affection. "The water is done. You can take a bath now. Do you need me to carry you?"
Did she need him to carry her?
He really was treating her like his daughter. He lowered his tall body, and reached out with his strong arms to carry her.
At this moment, An'an looked back at him. Her beautiful eyes landed on his handsome face, her hands still clutching his phone.
