The baby was laughing at Khan's playfulness, her rosy lips curling into a shallow smile.
The little one was certainly bringing honor to Khan's name as her father.
A laugh came just at the mention of it.
"She smiled, Xiya, she smiled at me." Khan looked up at Xiya excitedly.
"..."
Seeing her daughter's smile, Xiya felt as if she could hear the sound of her own heart "cracking" into pieces.
What was this about? She had been teasing her for so long, and she had never rewarded her with a smile, but the moment Khan did, she was clearly happy.
Was such preferential treatment right?
And, wasn't she the one who carried her for ten months and risked her life to give birth to her? This really hurt her feelings.
"Such a smart little princess, my darling!" Khan looked at his daughter, his eyes gleaming with stars, and a classic doting father's smile on his face.
"Hehehe..." The baby's laughter became even more pronounced, bubbles continuously leaving her mouth.
