Mo Shiche had just picked up Little Peach, and in less than three seconds, the little one stopped crying immediately, as if she also woke up, obediently lying in the man's arms, clinging to his neck, and cooing, "Nah... Daddy."
Luo Qiangwei, "..."
She suddenly felt as though her daughter had rejected her.
Luo Hongying smiled awkwardly, trying to smooth things over, "Perhaps... Little Peach spends more time with Shiche, so she is more dependent on him..."
That explanation did make some sense. Luo Qiangwei thought for a moment, then reached out again to carefully pick up Little Peach, tenderly coaxing her, "Little darling, do you still remember me?"
Little Peach blinked her dark grape-like eyes, rolling them as she looked at her face, "Auntie... are you auntie?"
"Uh-huh... I'm auntie," Luo Qiangwei said with a sweet and gentle smile, holding the child as if she was a rare treasure, "Do you like auntie?"
