Yan Luoxi played with the buttons on his loungewear as she mumbled, "It's alright if you don't have time to visit; I'll convey your sentiments to him."
"He's your father, and he gave you life. It's only right that I should go see him. Go get washed up; I'll accompany you in a bit," Li Yeqi said as he embraced her and sat up.
Yan Luoxi nodded heavily. In fact, she still hoped that he could find the time for a visit, as Yan Yingjie had asked her several times recently whether Li Yeqi was treating her well—it seemed he was not entirely reassured.
Watching the little woman's joyous silhouette, Li Yeqi sighed helplessly. He had actually been waiting for her to ask, and every time she seemed about to speak, she stopped herself. If he had known it would make her so happy, he would have suggested it sooner, perhaps brightening her mood earlier.
