Huang Qingtian, who was busy with work, couldn't help but express a sense of helplessness as a little one latched onto his arm.
"Just say it, did you miss your Keren?" The little one, not getting an answer, dived straight into Huang Qingtian's arms and then looked down at the content on Huang Qingtian's computer screen.
But those characters were beyond Keren's comprehension.
"How do you want me to miss you?" Huang Qingtian's field of vision was blocked by a little head, and the depths of his eyes held an indulgent smile tinged with helplessness.
"You can miss me however you want!" Keren, faced with Huang Qingtian kicking the question back to her like a soccer ball, was quite displeased, puffing up her little face in annoyance.
However, as Keren faced the indecipherable text on the computer screen, she failed to notice the triumphant, mischievous smile flashing in Huang Qingtian's gray-green eyes.
