Qin Mucheng carried the little girl with one hand and unzipped his down jacket with the other. Then, he wrapped Tangtang inside his down jacket.
Qin Mucheng was very thin, and he was wearing a loosedown jacket.
Therefore, after stuffing Tangtang into the down jacket, the zipper could still be pulled up.
"How is it? Is it warm?" Qin Mucheng asked with a smile.
Tangtang was amused and giggled. "It's warm. It's so fun…"
Ji Yuanyuan watched from the side and suddenly felt envious of her daughter.
Tangtang was so good. She had a childhood where so many people loved her.
When she grew up, she would definitely be very happy when she recalled her father when she was young.
Unlike herself, she could only remember the bad things about Ji Jianguo.
When she was young, she often saw other fathers hide their children in their clothes.
Just like Qin Mucheng and Tangtang.
She had never been treated like this before.
