"I came back to see my little girl." Apparently, Lu Yi was just missing his daughter.
When Yan Huan heard this, she felt rather jealous. A kick of tartness filled her throat, as if she had just downed an entire bottle of vinegar.
"You love your daughter the most now, huh?"
"Well, of course." Lu Yi reached out and cautiously caressed his daughter's soft hair. She was a little girl indeed, her whole body was as tender as a flower bud, and even her hair was as silky as her mother's.
Yan Huan was on the verge of tears, as she felt that she was falling out of favor.
"What kind of nonsense are you thinking?" Lu Yi turned around and was at a loss, when he noticed Yan Huan pouting.
"What is it, are you jealous of your own daughter?"
