"Daddy, Daddy…"
The little packrat cried out in her father's arms.
Mo Beiyuan's heart, which seemed to have been pierced by a sharp blade, was finally filled.
"Sweetcake misses Daddy so much."
The little packrat's method of expressing her feelings had always been very direct. Her little arms hugged her father's neck forcefully, and her obedient appearance of lying on her father's shoulder made the eyes of the iron-blooded secret guards turn red.
That damned fiend!
How could he bear to take such an obedient and cute little packrat away from her parents?
Mo Beiyuan hugged her, his eyes red. He did not dare to close his eyes at all these days, so his voice was hoarse. "Is Sweetcake injured? Did you fall? Were you bitten by insects? Were you hungry…"
He really did not dare to imagine how such a small child could survive on a deserted island surrounded by the sea.
