The little girl immediately responded in a soft and glutinous voice, "Daddy, I'll wait for you."
"Mm, be good at home."
After finishing the call, Mo Shiqian hung up and, turning around with his phone in hand, immediately caught sight of the woman standing at the door.
Chi Huan had just casually thrown on a piece of clothing before coming out, her dense long hair spilling over her shoulders, lifted by the night breeze.
She was looking at him.
Even though he hadn't noticed her presence just before, he could guess from her current expression that she had heard what he had said on the phone.
But the man's expression did not change; there was no guilt, nor any intention to explain. He simply said, "You continue sleeping, I'm going back."
Her eyes were pitch-black, not blinking even once, and her voice in the cool depths of the night was especially devoid of warmth, "If you never intended to settle down and be a good father, why did you have a child?"
