Ye Qilan couldn't resist picking up the little one, planting a kiss on her forehead.
Looking at the little one's sweetly blushing face in sleep, he could not help his moistened eyes: "Little Pudding, my good girl."
He had been a father for a long time, his own child was right in front of him, yet he did not know that she was his biological daughter.
He was such a fool, why had he never doubted Little Pudding's identity?
That night, Ye Qilan was too reluctant to sleep, holding Little Pudding and kissing her sleeping face from time to time.
Su Hongxing got up early that morning, she came downstairs and didn't see Ye Qilan, so she knocked on the door of his bedroom.
Upon seeing Ye Qilan holding Little Pudding, her eyes lingered: "What's going on?"
She approached and saw the red veins in Ye Qilan's eyes, and his eyes were somewhat red and swollen: "Didn't you cry, did you?"
Ye Qilan looked at Su Hongxing, indicating her to lower her voice: "Don't wake our precious daughter."
