"This..." Shen Mosheng looked somewhat helpless as he gazed at the fragrant, soft little person in his arms, whose face was becoming more and more like Han Yingying's.
"Daddy, my real daddy, Weilan misses you so much, I've even lost weight from missing you," Shen Weilan hugged Shen Mosheng excitedly, bombarding his handsome face with kisses until his entire face was covered in saliva. Only then did she giggle contentedly.
"Daddy's expression is so silly."
"You little imp." Han Yingying scolded irritably, "Is it me you've missed till you lost weight, or is it daddy you've missed till you thinned down?"
"Both, Weilan misses you both so much, thinking about it every day, thinking until I've lost weight," Shen Weilan said with her sparkling and innocent big eyes, speaking sincerely.
If not for knowing well her daughter's clever nature, Han Yingying would have been fooled.
"I'm immune to such sugar-coated bullets now; you should save them for your dad."
