He usually just looks at such text messages and never replies.
After glancing at the content of the message, Ji Chicheng put away his phone and, when he looked up, the airport had already arrived.
There wasn't much luggage, and going through the VIP channel was quick and smooth.
Beige watched Ji Chicheng walk away, her hands tightly clutching the straps of her bag, her face full of conflict and indecision.
Ji Chicheng's tall figure gradually disappeared into the crowd, almost out of sight.
Suddenly, Beige rushed forward a step and shouted loud, "Chicheng!"
Hearing Beige's shout, Ji Chicheng stopped in his tracks, turned around confusedly, and Beige said, "Fenfen might be your daughter."
Having followed him for so many years, she said what she should and never spoke out of turn.
It truly was the first time she blatantly worried for him, not knowing if it was right, but she was even more afraid that he might have regrets in the future.
Fenfen might be your daughter...
