"Yes, yes, Daddy has missed Little Yanyan to death." Ouyang Peng's voice choked up as he patted her back, and the corners of his eyes were faintly suffused with glistening tears.
Apart from attending the morning court and cultivating, he spent the rest of his time missing Yanyan. The little girl had been gone for half a year, and it had been agonizing for him.
Now that Zhiyan was in his arms, he still felt as though he were dreaming.
"Hehe, Little Yanyan has missed, missed, missed Daddy so much, missed Daddy holding Yanyan, spoiling Yanyan." Zhiyan tightened her embrace around Ouyang Peng's arms and buried her head even deeper into his chest.
"Good, good. Daddy will spoil Little Yanyan every day from now on." As Ouyang Peng spoke, he effortlessly lifted the person off the ground, his resolute and rugged face brimming with tenderness.
