"Mom, Qin... Dad, you've come?"
As the words "President Qin" almost slipped out, she swiftly swallowed them back down. Che Huan looked at Qin Moting, her face turning a bashful red, as her ears slightly heated up.
Wen Ru glanced at Che Huan, her gaze flickering subtly.
Since Huanhuan had called him Dad, did that mean she had accepted him as her father?
Honestly, Qin Moting's exceptional kindness towards her and her daughter had taken her by surprise.
Feeling Qin Moting grasp her hand, she sat there stiffening for a moment, without looking in Qin Moting's direction.
Qin Moting looked at Che Huan. This was the first time he heard Huanhuan call him Dad, a swell of emotion grew in his chest, a sense of fulfillment he had never experienced before, something that neither money nor power could bring!
Just then, he heard a cough.
Turning his head, he saw his mother.
