This man, when he gets serious, he's really serious.
In his presence, sometimes, Su Ningyan feels like a child who needs to be protected.
Watching him hold her hand, carefully wiping each finger one by one.
Su Ningyan's eyes suddenly warmed up, not caring that they were in the bathtub, she directly embraced Zhuo Junyue.
"Uncle, how could you be so good to me? No one has ever treated me like this."
Her mother passed away early, and as for Su Guohua, Su Ningyan doubts he ever truly saw her as his daughter.
From childhood, she felt like she was some tough girl, taking care of herself and her younger brother.
Zhuo Junyue watched the little thing lying against his chest, seemingly crying. He gently patted her on the shoulder, like comforting a child.
"Good, from now on, your Uncle will be here, okay?"
He looked at her with red eyes and couldn't help but pinch her nose.
"Little kitten, why are you so prone to crying? Don't cry, you don't need to cry."
