"Daddy."
"Daddy."
Suddenly, a childish voice called out from behind him, unclearly uttering the word Daddy.
Ji Chicheng felt that the voice was very close behind him, but he didn't know who it was calling, and his steps did not halt; he continued to walk forward at his original pace.
Then he suddenly heard Beige say, "Little beauty, this is not your daddy. You should go find your daddy and mommy."
Was she calling him?
It was then that Ji Chicheng stopped in his tracks, turned around, and saw a little girl about two years old. She wore a white T-shirt with a red sleeveless woolen dress over it, her hair done up in two ponytails, as she looked up at him with her big, sparkling eyes.
She had one hand in her mouth, saliva dribbling down her chin.
Ji Chicheng narrowed his eyes, staring at the little girl's pale and tender face.
Just as he was curiously observing, the little girl suddenly stretched out her arms and lunged towards him, "Daddy, Daddy hug..."
