Soon, the plane from England landed at the airport, and passengers began to disembark.

Li Mengjiao was holding her daughter, accompanied by six female bodyguards, all dressed in suits and sunglasses.

"Mengjiao." Wang Peng walked over with flowers in his arms, and when he saw the porcelain doll in her arms, he couldn't stop smiling.

This little girl looks a lot like her mother, like they were made from the same mold, especially her eyes, which are like a pair of black gemstones.

Wang Peng forgot to send flowers, so he tried his best to smile gently, afraid of scaring his precious daughter.

“Daughter, hehe…” Wang Peng didn’t know what to say.

Li Mengjiao felt both helpless and amused. Her boyfriend, who was usually so awesome, turned into a fool when he saw her daughter.

“You’re my father, I have a photo.” Wang Buhui blinked and said a few words in Chinese.

“Yes, I’m your dad, my good daughter.” Wang Peng put down the roses and sunflowers and reached out to hug his daughter.

He started to get nervous, looking at his daughter with a silly grin, "Bu Hui, call me Daddy."

"Dad, sunflowers." Wang Buhui wasn't shy at all, looking at the sunflowers on the ground.

"Okay, okay." Wang Peng smiled broadly and bent down to pick up the sunflowers from the ground.

Li Mengjiao has many photos of Wang Peng and often shows them to her daughter, so her two-year-old daughter is not shy around strangers.

"Look at you, acting like a fool. You don't look like a big boss at all." Li Mengjiao was speechless.

"Dad." Wang Buhui cupped her father's head and kissed his face.

"Good girl, haha." Wang Peng was so excited he was dizzy with joy, his face was numb from smiling, and he didn't want to take his eyes off his daughter for a moment.

Li Mengjiao felt a pang of jealousy. "Well, once they have a daughter, they forget about their wives. Men are all fickle."

"What do you mean by fickle?" Wang Peng said with a smile. "Mengjiao, do you want to come back to Ping'an County with me? Let our daughter see our hometown."