"Jinshi..." Ding Long was just about to persuade Ding Jinshi, but meeting Ding Jinshi's cold, sharp gaze, all his words turned into a sigh, "Sigh."
"If you're here to persuade me to forgive him or something, you don't need to say anything. I can't be bothered to listen." Ding Jinshi turned her head aside to look down at her daughter.
Although the little girl was only a few hours old, it was immediately apparent that she looked very much like her father, Ding Long.
Ding Jinshi regretted that, of all things, she had to look like Ding Long? Just a glance at her would remind her of Ding Long, the father.
But after the regret, Ding Jinshi couldn't help but touch that little face. No matter what, this was her daughter, the daughter she carried for ten months, the daughter she almost gave up on.
