Looking at those pale and delicate little hands, Sun Yaowei suddenly thought, if he had a little daughter, would her hands also be this fair and small?
As for his son, that little rascal's hands were not nearly as well-mannered or cute as a little girl's.
Wang An'an touched Sun Yaowei's fingers a few times, then released them, disappointed.
"Not Daddy."
Sun Yaowei "???"
How on earth had these two kids made their judgment?
Everyone else was also very curious, but now was not the time to ask.
Wang Kai watched as his daughter ran over to Shen Yangyu again, touched his palm, then shook her small head.
Finally, she groped her way to stand in front of Wang Kai.
Wang Kai was somewhat excited, his eyes reddening as he presented his palm to his daughter.
The warm little hand clasped his large one, and for some reason, he felt deeply moved at that moment.
The little hand hugged his palm, touching his fingers and palm.
Then she cheerfully declared, "It's Daddy's."
