Zhan Lingtao and Jia Xuan were so scared by the heavy atmosphere that they dared not make any sound. Both children looked timidly at their emotionally unstable dad, not knowing what to do.
After a long while, Ou Lan patted Zhan Moxiao's shoulder, "Alright, I know you're good to me, I will always trust you. Don't be like this; you'll scare the children."
It was only then that Zhan Moxiao realized there were two children in the room.
As soon as he mentioned the children, he immediately thought of his darling daughter, and a new wave of self-blame surged.
He let go of Ou Lan, bent down to pick up Jia Xuan, and kissed her little face again and again, "Daddy loves Jia Xuan too. For Jia Xuan, daddy can die at any time, as long as Jia Xuan grows up happily and healthily."
Listening to these unusual words, Ou Lan became even more worried, "Hubby, what's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly saying so many strange things?"
