So one day, Han Zongying decided to visit him in his office and talk face-to-face. She reached An Guoting's company, and from afar, she saw his back.
Han Zongying brightened. But before she could call him, he turned sideways, and she saw him holding a baby girl in his arms.
She blinked her eyes and was confused.
Who is that baby?
An Guoting seemed happy and was laughing as he played with her and juggled her in his arms. His gaze was loving and warm as he looked at the cute angel. The baby girl had tightly held on to his collar in her tiny fist, making him chuckle.
When one of the employees of An Corps passed by her, Han Zongying stopped him and asked, "Who is that baby?"
He smiled. "Oh, she is An Caihong. Sir's one-year-old daughter."
She froze. She stared blankly at him as if she misheard. "What?"
"What what?"
"D-daughter?"
