Qiao Yi was deeply skeptical of her own intelligence; what did she just hear?
Cassie was relentless, closing in on her, coaxing: "Good girl, call me Daddy!"
Qiao Yi didn't want him to come any closer, her whole body felt cold, her eyelashes trembling uncontrollably, facing the gentle face before her, she forced herself to hold back from breaking down, and whispered: "Daddy."
Cassie was as thrilled as a child who got candy.
He stretched out his hands, cupping Qiao Yi's small face, giving it a vigorous rub, his eyes sparkling with joy as he said, "Good girl! Don't call me Uncle anymore, good Qiao Yi, from now on call me Daddy, okay?"
Qiao Yi nodded forcefully, but in reality, her mental defenses had already collapsed.
She worried that her heart could stop at any moment, or that her rapid heartbeat might trigger sudden death.
She had never felt so frightened before.
