Little Xi's face was flushed red from crying, with tears streaming down like beads, and he looked at Leng Yichen with extreme grievance in his eyes.
Little Xi's crying made Leng Yichen's heart ache, and he was worried that if he reached out, the child would continue to reject him, making him stand there feeling somewhat at a loss.
"Xiao Xi, I'm your dad." Leng Yichen tried once more to extend his hand.
Little Xi looked at him with tearful eyes, and finally reached out his small hand towards him. Leng Yichen's expression immediately brightened; his daughter was accepting him.
Leng Yichen immediately took Little Xi from Sister Liu's arms, and his daughter's soft little body melted his heart completely.
Little Xi lay sobbing in Leng Yichen's arms, with tears still hanging from his long eyelashes, looking just like a little crystal doll.
Leng Yichen kissed his daughter's forehead gently, "Xiao Xi, did you miss Daddy?"
