It seemed as if he heard a noise behind him, he turned around, and his handsome features, as if belonging to the Heavenly God, caught Loh Mier's gaze, making her breath stop, afraid to move, her eyes revealing obsession and longing.
She must become Master Mo's wife, she must.
Mo Yuchu got out of the car, taking tiny steps as he ran toward Mo Yunchen, "Daddy, Daddy!"
Mo Yunchen's usually impassive eyes softened into a smile as he crouched down to embrace his daughter who was flinging herself at him.
Mo Yuchu planted a kiss on Mo Yunchen's right cheek, "Daddy, Chuer missed you so much, did you miss Chuer?"
Mo Yunchen's lips curved slightly, he nodded and spoke in a deep, magnetic voice, "Daddy missed Chuer a lot."
Mo Yuchu, satisfied, giggled like a warbling oriole, adorable and charming.
"Did Daddy miss brother too?" Mo Yuchu held Mo Yunchen's hand and asked sweetly.
