Once they were outside, Fu Pei carried Fu Ting and walked slowly along the street that led home.
The little girl in his arms gesticulated with her fingers, as if she had degenerated into a five-year-old child.
"Little Fu Ting." Fu Pei's eyes curved slightly as he teased her with a smile." Call me daddy.""
Fu Ting lifted her neck and called out in a crisp voice," Dad.""
Fu Pei lowered his eyes and looked into the little girl's clean and clear eyes." Do you like Daddy?" he asked with a drawl."
"I like fried chicken."
Fu Ting blushed and smiled. She was gentle and obedient.
Fu Pei looked down at her for a while, and a low laugh came out of his throat. His eyes and eyebrows were filled with unconcealable joy.
"Be good."
He pinched the tip of her nose, and the clouds in his eyes surged, making them look even more dark and sharp. His voice was low and hoarse, and it was heart-wrenching." Daddy likes Little Fu Ting too.""
