"Xiao Xi, do you miss daddy?"
Lu Changsheng moved forward affectionately, gently ruffling his daughter's little head.
This daughter of his grew rapidly in her early years, appearing five or six years old when she was only two or three.
But now at five, she still looked six or seven and had stopped growing much.
"No."
Although Lu Baixi was close to Lu Changsheng, she didn't show much enthusiasm.
"But daddy misses you."
This daughter had early memories, and he had been busy for the past few years, rarely accompanying her, so it was normal for her not to be very affectionate.
He kissed her on the cheek and inquired about her dreams.
Lu Baixi replied that they were vague and she would forget them upon waking.
Moreover, she found it difficult to articulate a talismanic script she barely managed to remember, unable to replicate it.
"It seems this bloodline inheritance is extraordinary."
