The voice was so childlike and tender that Mo Shu felt his heart melt.
Following the sound, Mo Shu saw a little girl as delicate as a porcelain doll.
The little girl was wearing a pink tulle skirt and holding a Mickey Mouse balloon, happily toddling forward with her little feet, looking a bit clumsy.
Her chubby arms were like segments of lotus root, and her pale, rosy face, also plump, trembled as she ran.
Mo Shu realized the little girl looked exactly like himself.
His heart nearly melted as he followed the little girl's footsteps and soon saw Yu Siqiao.
Yu Siqiao, with a heap of gift boxes in his arms, smiled and put them down when he saw his daughter, spreading his arms towards her.
The daughter looked lively and clever, giggling as she threw herself into Yu Siqiao's arms and said, "Daddy, Mom asked me to call you home for dinner!"
There was a deep smile on Yu Siqiao's face as he hugged his daughter and kissed her twice, asking, "What about your sister?"
Sister?
