Jian Qing watched as the two men walked in one after the other, a glimpse of resigned amusement in her eyes.
"Dad!" she called out naturally, without any hesitation.
Hearing Jian Qing call him, a fond smile spread across Mo Xiao's face.
He strode over and 'accidentally' bumped into Quan Jingwu's shoulder.
Quan Jingwu, "..."
Mo Xiao sat down next to Jian Qing, a smile in his eyes as he watched his little treasure eat breakfast.
Jian Qing felt a bit uncomfortable under his steady gaze.
She served him a bowl of porridge, "Dad, want some?"
"Sure." Of course, he would eat what his daughter offered.
Mo Xiao happily accepted the bowl and took a sip.
"Is it good?" Jian Qing asked.
"Very good," he responded.
"Xiaojing made this." Jian Qing glanced at Quan Jingwu out of the corner of her eye and quietly said,
Instantly, Mo Xiao's smile cracked.
He clumsily looked at the man sitting opposite him. A spoonful of porridge was stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down.
