The soft voice of Baobei came through, completely melting Beiming Han's heart.
Baobei, that soft little girl, was really his daughter!
"Great, Baobei, you're amazing." Beiming Han's voice became somewhat husky.
"Uncle Han, what's wrong? Do you have a cold?" Baobei stared with her big black eyes, really worrying about Uncle Han.
"No, it's just that my throat isn't feeling well." Beiming Han purposely coughed and raised his head to prevent his tears from flowing so freely.
"You must remember to take medicine, okay? You can't avoid taking medicine when you're sick." Baobei earnestly reminded him.
Beiming Han could even imagine Baobei's expression now; it must be very serious.
He suddenly laughed, "Okay, I'll definitely follow Baobei's words obediently."
Because you are my Baobei!
"Baobei, can I ask you a question?" Beiming Han coughed again. Although he had confirmed Baobei was his daughter, he still wanted to confirm with Baobei one last time.
