Qin Mu finally realized her impulsiveness, looked up at him, and sighed helplessly, "I was just saying!"
Qin Mu leaned against his chest again, but in her heart, she couldn't help but worry about Qin Haiming.
"Don't worry! What kind of storms hasn't your dad weathered? Such a small figure, how could they scare him? In fact, he's more worried about you."
Mu Yichen gently held her, soothing her softly.
"Mm!"
Qin Mu agreed softly, letting out a silent sigh.
After holding for a while, Qin Mu murmured, "I should have just called him!"
Suddenly, she thought of the father who sent her abroad when she was very young.
How much have they, father and daughter, gone through in these years? Finally, slowly, they began to miss each other again?
Mu Yichen held her happily, listening to her sighs, her musings, and her gentle, watery voice in his embrace.
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