The little one, Lu Nianxi, was asleep like a log. Lu Beiyuan held her in one arm and used his other hand to hold Xie Yanzhi's.
Even though he was dissatisfied with his daughter's special dependence on Xie Yanzhi,
Lu Beiyuan knew deep down that it wasn't Yanzhi's fault.
He understood this rationally, but emotionally, it was still something he struggled to accept.
If Yanzhi were even a little older, Lu Beiyuan wouldn't give it a second thought.
But right now, Xie Yanzhi was just a tiny little bean sprout.
Fine, forget it—don't bother with him.
At this moment, Lu Beiyuan's mind was entirely focused on getting home. He completely didn't expect the "huge surprise" awaiting him there.
As soon as Lu Beiyuan called, Su Nanxing kept glancing toward the door from time to time.
The old man was already a bit sleepy, twiddling his thumb and index finger as he closed his eyes to rest.
Qiao Muye sliced up more fruit, got the dumplings ready, and said they would boil them in a bit.
