Jiang Ning rested her chin on her hand and imagined the scene.
She also thought about Mu Jian's face.
"Ah," she sighed.
"Not dare, right?" Jiang Ruobai asked with a smile.
"Then I'll just have to give up on watching." Jiang Ning leaned in close to him, "Dad, can you help me judge? I just want to know the result."
Looking at his daughter's face, which was almost identical to his beloved wife's when she was young, he couldn't refuse her, not even for something as trivial as this, let alone a big deal. Jiang Ruobai regretted losing his little daughter back then.
As a result, he missed her childhood and teenage growth.
Watching his little daughter grow up was like seeing his wife's youthful appearance, what a wonderful thing that would be?
Unfortunately, the time he missed could never be found again.
Jiang Ruobai couldn't help but sigh.
"Dad, is it difficult?" Jiang Ning asked.
"If it is difficult, would you still insist on letting Dad do it?" Jiang Ruobai asked on purpose.
