Ji Yemo smirked, "She's my family, how could I dislike her because of this?"
"That's good." Han Naisen rubbed his eyes, "I'm going back to sleep now."
"Good night."
"You too."
Han Naisen's small figure walked out of the study. Ji Yemo leaned back in his chair, opened his phone's photo album, and scrolled to a photo of Miaomiao when she was born, his gaze brooding and profound.
That tiny, red, wrinkled little child has grown so much already...
Thinking of the ridiculous things in the past, Ji Yemo's gaze became darker, and a thread of self-reproach fermented in the depths of his eyes.
Miaomiao... I'm sorry...
.....
The next day.
Early in the morning, Han Naisen took Miaomiao to kindergarten, Ji Yebai drove Ning Xixi to Muying.
Class S.
After greeting her classmates, Ning Xixi sat in her seat, and Cheng Youran and Jian Yixue gathered around, "Xixi, you're here!"
"Morning."
"Morning."
