Turstin Muller couldn't resist her, so he let her take the call: "Wait, Nian Nian wants to talk to you."
"Baby!" Valentine Teller perked up instantly, happily shouting into the phone: "Baby, it's mom, call mom."
"Call mom!" Nian Nian repeated on the other end.
The innocent child's voice filled Valentine's ear, bringing her full joy.
Her eyes were overflowing with a smile.
Mark Reed felt a sour discomfort in his heart.
"Baby, goodbye, goodbye!"
"Goodbye!" Only when Nian Nian repeated from the other end did Valentine feel satisfied enough to hang up the phone.
Hearing Nian Nian's voice made her so happy. If only she were her own child.
"Your daughter?"
Mark Reed glared at her with displeasure.
It's a skill to mess yourself up like this.
If she had another, he's afraid he wouldn't recognize her anymore, wondering if a magnifying glass could help.
He's not sure, even if he could, he probably wouldn't want to talk to her.
