Looking at her daughter's determined stance to cling to Yan Ye, Lian Xinying found it hard to scold her.
After all, she's still quite young.
It's normal to like depending on others.
When going out, Yan Ye held his daughter in one arm and Miaomiao's small bag in the other.
Inside were some essentials for the child, like a feeding bottle.
Lian Xinying looked at Yan Ye and felt he was increasingly becoming like a doting father.
Yan Ye, who was formidable in the business world, was of course handsome, but he was equally handsome holding his daughter with a bottle.
These are two completely different kinds of handsome.
Lian Xinying was attracted to both.
After the car set off, it wasn't long before Miaomiao fell asleep in Yan Ye's arms.
"Yan Ye, she's drooling," Lian Xinying observed from the side and kindly reminded him.
Yan Ye paused for a moment and asked, "Isn't she your daughter too, who's drooling?"
