In the future, if you're going to lose your temper, just make that Qin Mu the only one you lose it against.
Such a cute girl, nobody should bear to shout at her loudly.
He lifted his hand gently to cradle Huanhuan's face, moving forward slightly to plant a kiss on her forehead, "Daddy loves you too!"
"Daddy!"
Huanhuan suddenly imitated him and called out softly; the word felt a bit unfamiliar, but she liked it as soon as she heard it.
It seemed like that was what she should call him.
"Good girl!"
The father and son instinctively looked towards the bathroom, where that woman was still stretching her neck to watch them, with tears welling up in her eyes.
Qin Mu realized that the two of them were watching her and awkwardly coughed twice to cover her embarrassment: "Ahem, I mean, you can take a bath now!"
"Daddy carry you to the bath?"
"Yeah!"
Mu Yichen carried Huanhuan off happily to bathe while Qin Mu stood by for a moment. Then, Mu Yichen suddenly stood up: "Your turn."