"Do you really want to know who I am?" he asked again.
Ye Ningyue didn't know who he was, but since he could call her by her nickname, he must know her.
It's just that she didn't know him.
"Who are you?" she asked timidly.
The man smiled wickedly, touched her nose tip in an ambiguous manner, stood upright, and said word by word, "Ying Wuqiu... is my adoptive father."
Ying Wuqiu...
Ying Wuqiu...
The name spoken from the man's mouth was like a sharp, fine needle that mercilessly pierced into her chest, stabbing directly at her bleeding heart.
The name that had disappeared from her life for over a decade.
The man who left her with her mother, vanishing without a trace for more than a decade.
Her heart paused, and she clutched the man excitedly, tears rushing from her eyes, "Tell me, where is he? Where is he?"
The man didn't expect her to suddenly become so emotional and even start crying.
