After all, it was Yun Mo's first time seeing his daughter.
The moment he saw Yun Sisi, he couldn't help but notice the uncanny resemblance to Qiaoqiao, in appearance, temper, and especially in the eyes.
Towards his own daughter, he felt an inexplicable sense of love and familiarity surge within him. Even though Yun Sisi had not called him father yet, he always found himself longing to be close to her.
It was several times that he attempted to hold Yun Sisi's hand, only to have her jerk away each time.
Eventually, Yun Sisi, losing patience, let go of her mother's right hand, circled around to her mother's left side, once again holding her mother's left hand, as they continued walking.
The family of three stopped in front of the elevator.
Qiao Xiaon'an gave Yun Mo a look, as if to say, "Be patient with Sisi, give her time."
Yun Mo returned the look with a silent message of his own, "It's okay, it's my fault."
The elevator door opened, and Yun Sisi was the first to step inside.
