Ye Huang took the fresh strawberry pudding from Ye Weining's hand, tasted it, and praised, "Hmm, not bad. Our Ah Ning has finally learned to cook."
"Daddy, did you already know?" Ye Weining's voice was suppressed, revealing her little grievance.
In her eyes, the purest Li Tianyi had actually learned to deceive her.
"Ah Ning, if he really doesn't want to say, then don't ask. Love him, and you must trust him," Ye Huang said softly.
Veils of mist welled up in Ye Weining's eyes. She turned away, not wanting Ye Huang to see her vulnerability.
Ye Huang, being experienced, saw his daughter's expression and understood that she was already infatuated with Li Tianyi. Or perhaps, she had long been in love.
He gently walked over and hugged his daughter, "Ah Ning, what you're going through now, Daddy has been through. There's nothing to be shy about."
"Daddy, do you think I love him?" Ye Weining asked hoarsely.
"What do you think?" Ye Huang retorted.
