Even for a tough man like Master Yan, the milky call of his precious daughter was enough to moisten his eyes.
He remembered months ago, when he first took this fresh-born little baby from the nurse. Like a tiny kitten, she nestled in his arms, her eyelids puffy, but her eyes held no fear, only curiosity at the sight of him.
In the ensuing months, he had fed her, changed her diapers, and coaxed her to sleep. In the blink of an eye, the tiny kitten now called him daddy.
"Good girl! What a good baby!"
Eldest Master Yan, feeling both touched and excited, cupped her chubby face and planted a kiss on her small mouth.
"Dad... Dad... hug... hug..."
The little girl who had been hanging on Zhu Qianying, now reached out her arms towards Master Yan. With a quick movement of his hands, he took his daughter from Zhu Qianying.
"Horse... horse..."
Once the little one started talking, she was like a spill of beans, saying different monosyllable words one after another.
