The Auntie looked at their backs as they walked away and muttered to herself,""Tsk, I've never seen a father who dotes on his daughter so much."
In the few days that he had been staying here, you Yi would bring qingsi with him whenever he went out. Most of the time, he would carry her on his back or carry her on his back. Qingsi did not need to use her feet when she went out, and almost everyone in the neighborhood thought of them as father and daughter.
This was because everyone felt that no one would dote on their daughter so much except for their father. She was already a seven or eight-year-old little girl, but she still carried her on her back when she went out.
You Yi did not say anything. His arm pulled her hair up.
Qingsi's little hands wrapped around his neck, her face full of smiles. This was the Father she wanted.
