Beiming Han was speaking the truth. Even though he was crying, even though he felt immense guilt towards his baobei, he still felt incredibly happy.
"Is Uncle Han talking about me?" Baobei smiled happily when she heard that, her beautiful eyes curving into crescents.
"Yes, Uncle Han is talking about you. From now on, you are my baobei."
"Really? Do you like me too?"
"I like you..."
He liked her so very much, to the point that he was somewhat overwhelmed.
"Hmm~~ I'm so happy today, Uncle Han. So let's agree to meet at the amusement park entrance tomorrow, okay? We'll contact each other later; can't let my mommy find out." Baobei suddenly covered the phone with her hand, looking very cautious.
"Alright, see you." Beiming Han imagined the cute look of the little girl and smiled.
"Goodbye." Baobei reluctantly hung up the phone and hid it under her pillow.
