Si Mingjing felt tears welling up. The child was just too pitiable. Holding her, Si Mingjing's heart ached with an inexplicable intensity.
She asked Mo Yinhe, "Do trafficked children end up with a record? If not, could you help this child look for her parents?"
Mo Yinhe stared at Yun Xiaosu, his expression unreadable as his eyes flickered. After a long moment of contemplation, he said, "Why do I get the feeling that I'm this child's father?"
Si Mingjing pressed her hand to her forehead. ...
How on earth did he arrive at that feeling?
"Intuition."
It was probably because he'd suddenly gained a daughter. Now, whenever he saw any little girl, he felt as if she were his own long-lost child.
Even Mo Yinhe was startled by this intuition, an indescribable storm raging in his heart.
He instructed Fengjue, "Check if she's a missing child."
Fengjue nodded. "Yes, Your Excellency."
