Su Weiyi blinked her big eyes, the little girl's eyes were dark and bright, carrying the purity of childhood, and she looked earnestly at Su Anle, pointing with her small finger at the person in the painting: "Mommy, Daddy."
Su Anle felt a twinge in her heart, the little girl didn't show a pitiful, aggrieved look, but it really made one feel tender-hearted.
Su Anle couldn't help but stroke her hair: "Xiao Yi, do you want Daddy?"
Su Weiyi quickly shook her head, then gently bit her lip and nodded.
The little girl gazed at the tall man not far away who was on the phone, then turned back: "Daddy, can Xiao Yi call uncle Daddy?"
Su Anle's movement froze; she didn't understand why Su Weiyi had such a strong liking for Sheng Jianan. She should be most familiar with Shen Jiyan, yet she had never made this kind of request to Shen Jiyan.
"Why does Xiao Yi want to call that uncle Daddy?"
