While Shen ting was in a daze, Qin mo placed the crying Yi Huan on the bed. He then took off the little one's jacket and shoes and gently covered her with the blanket.
As a father, his heart was always particularly soft when he saw his younger daughter sleeping soundly. He sat by the bed and looked at her for a long time.
When he Huan entered, she saw him in this state. He Huan lowered her voice. Qin mo.
qin mo raised his head and looked at he huan's expression. he smiled. " "What's wrong with you? you look like you're in deep trouble."
He Huan closed the door and leaned against the door to look at him for a while. Qin mo didn't say anything and just looked at her.
after a long time, he huan finally walked over. she leaned slightly behind him and rested her head on qin mo's shoulder. she asked softly, " "Wouldn't we be too cruel to Shen ting? Yingluo is such a good child. Even if he doesn't stay in the Qin family, I believe he'll still have a great future."
