His brows carried a hint of tenderness and affection, his tone soft and coaxing.
"Of course I want Daddy."
The little one blinked her innocent big eyes and smiled as she answered.
Mo Chuxi's heart warmed sweetly.
Looking at the little one's appearance reminded him of Yan Xinxin as a child—innocent and naive, with a childish voice and little soft hands that felt cottony to the touch, and her body carried a faint milky fragrance.
"Daddy, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow you have to join Mommy to accompany Chun and Brother to the marathon. You can't forget, okay?"
"Daddy won't forget, sweetheart."
Mo Chuxi promised and pressed a kiss onto his little princess's cheek with his thin lips.
"Alright, go play in the garden with your brother. Don't run too far. Let Little Zi and Wan accompany you two."
"Okay!"
"Okay~"
The siblings responded in unison.
Their small figures walked downstairs hand in hand.
