Bai Xilie was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled softly.
He gently patted his daughter's head, "In the future, I'll remember to bring you a few more milk cakes, okay?"
Zhi'er nodded happily, her eyes as black and shiny as pearls, full of sparkling little stars.
"Zhi'er likes Daddy the most!"
She held a spoon in her small hand, carefully savoring the wontons in front of her.
Bai Xilie wore a benevolent smile filled with fatherly love.
He was worried that his daughter, being young, might really believe he had another child outside.
Back when Jing Jia was pregnant until she gave birth, Bai Xilie stayed by her side through everything.
He knew very well how many children he had; there would be no mistake.
Unfortunately, being in a high position, there were plenty of people scheming with ill intentions.
This time, they aimed their malice at the four-year-old Bai Zhi'er, which was truly hateful.
A shadow of gloom flickered in Bai Xilie's eyes.
Meanwhile.
