Ling sat in the crook of Pei Yan's arm, looking reserved, all her previous liveliness gone.
Her large eyes darted about, secretly glancing around. When she didn't see Wei Jue, her demeanor grew even more timid.
The little one was clever; she could tell at a glance that he was the master of the estate.
Forcing a smile that revealed her little baby teeth, she pointed in the direction of the Mei family home and answered obediently, "Mama... home... child..."
Ling looked just like Mei Wanying; her sweet, obedient appearance was the spitting image of her mother's.
She had grown so much, gotten taller, and her features had blossomed. On her tender, fair little face, one could faintly see a trace of Pei Yan.
'This is my and Ah Yin's child. She's been growing up well.'
The corners of Pei Yan's mouth lifted uncontrollably, only to fall again just as quickly.
'His daughter didn't even recognize him!'
