What kind of parent talks about something as significant as "one's origins" as calmly as having a meal or drinking water!
But Ji Yemo really is such a parent.
Little Miaomiao was happily eating her meat when she heard these words and was obviously bewildered. She chewed absentmindedly for a few bites and let out an "ah."
Ji Yemo wiped the meat stains from beside her mouth and said softly, "I didn't know how to take on the responsibility of being a father before, so I handed you over to my parents to raise. I'm sorry, Miaomiao."
Ruan Xixia was even more nervous than Ji Yemo, her heart hanging in suspense.
What if Miaomiao doesn't want to forgive Ji Yemo?
Unexpectedly, Miaomiao just blinked, "So, am I still the Ji Family's baby?"
"Yes, you always have been." Ji Yemo gently bumped her forehead with his, his action doting and tender.
Miaomiao let out an "oh," pondering, "So, mom and dad become grandpa and grandma, and brother becomes dad..."
"That's right."
