"Alright, your second brother will be back soon."
Yang Chuxia pinched the chubby face of her youngest son.
A while later, when Ye Zi'an returned, Yueyue immediately rushed over and hugged him tightly, unwilling to let go.
"Daddy, I missed you."
"Daddy, did you miss me?"
"..."
She kept asking Ye Zi'an repeatedly, making Yang Chuxia a bit jealous—how come this little girl isn't as affectionate with her?
"Of course, Daddy misses Yueyue the most."
Ye Zi'an smiled, hugging her, "Is home nice?"
"Not nice without Daddy!"
With that sentence, Ye Zi'an felt warmth in his heart, ah, no matter her personality, his daughter is his little comfort.
Mu Shaoling came to pick up Dongyang and her daughter. Seeing the father and daughter so fond of each other, he felt a tinge of jealousy.
When will his two kids start talking? Sigh!
"Don't look at us with that expression, you can't be this envious."
Without looking, Ye Zi'an knew where that gaze was coming from.
