Xixi, however, could not understand what her dad said, just looking at dad with a pair of watery eyes.
Only half a year old, she could not call her father or her mother. She would probably not even remember who her mother was in the future.
"Sorry..." Ye Hao's hand fell on her daughter's small red face. "It's dad who is not good." His voice was very low, a deep sense of guilt flowing out of his eyes.
Xixi pursed her small mouth, clenching and then loosening a pair of white hands. She seemed to be very uncomfortable. In other words, seeing her dad upset, she also felt the same.
Beside them, Xia Jingshu came forward and pulled her son's sleeve.
Seeing her son so haggard, she felt her heart ache as well.
"Well, Ye Hao, don't be sad. Let the past be in the past. Besides, our family has not wronged Xiyan. We have compensated her as we can. Even when the child grows up, we are not to blame."
