Lin Lijun had originally been at a conference in a certain city when an urgent call from his daughter brought him out.
"Sweetheart, what's the matter!" he asked in surprise as he stepped outside.
Lin Xiangwan was dressed in a pink dress, white pencil pants, and layered with a white petite trench coat. Her tall and slender figure, along with her pure outfit, made her look exceptionally fresh and lovely.
She didn't look at all like a woman who had given birth to two children, not at all like a mother of a seven-year-old.
Upon hearing her father call her "sweetheart," Lin Xiangwan couldn't help but frown. "Dad, I'm already twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, please don't call me that anymore!" she said, somewhat embarrassed.
Lin Lijun didn't see it that way. "No matter how old you get, you'll always be my daughter, my sweetheart!"
As he said this, Lin Lijun also patted his daughter's head.
