With an unnatural drop of her eyelids, it was undeniable that when he spoke to her softly, her heart skipped a beat.
Upon entering the dining room, she saw a pot placed in the middle of the table, filled with various dishes, with wisps of steam rising from it.
"This is my dad."
Mo Han said softly again.
Qin Yin blinked, her tone was slightly stuttering, "Uncle... Uncle, hello."
"Good, good, good, this child is really lovely, don't just stand there, come on sit, let's chat while eating."
Warmly inviting her to sit down, but Qin Yin felt a bit uneasy, the smile on her face was forced, and instead of sitting down immediately, she went off to help serve the rice.
Rather than serving rice, it was more like taking a breather, seeing her like this, Mo Han couldn't help but laugh... He brought the served rice to the dining table.
Only then did he pull out a chair beside him, signaling her to sit.
