After Song Xiunian finished the call, he turned to look at his daughter sitting on the sofa with a gentle smile, "Xiaoxi, what time is the art performance tomorrow? Your mother and I are free tomorrow morning, so we'll take you there and watch it."
In eight years, little girl Song Xi has grown into a graceful young lady, and her every frown and smile is gentle and sweet.
Her lips curved slightly, dimples forming on her cheeks. "I have to go get ready at nine. The performance is at eleven."
After a pause, she curled the corners of her mouth downwards, revealing a regretful expression, "It's a pity that my dear can't come back."
When mentioning An Ci, a hint of longing flashed in Song Xiunian's eyes.
Although the little brat is a little naughty, I still miss her a lot after not seeing her for so long.
“Dongdongdong——”
There was a sudden knock on the door.
Song Xiunian thought it was Shi Che, so he walked to open the door.
But when he opened the door, he saw Shen Mo and Fugui, and he was stunned.
Before he could come to his senses, a figure suddenly jumped out from behind Shen Mo and pounced on him.
"Dad, did you miss me?" An Ci gave him a bear hug, a triumphant smile appearing between his eyebrows.
Song Xiunian looked at the little guy hanging on him, finally came to his senses, and a helpless and doting smile appeared on his face.
"Little bastard, why didn't you tell me when you were coming back?"
This is how the raids are always carried out.
An Ci narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I arrived in the morning, and you guys weren't home."
Song Xiunian opened his arms and hugged her back, then rubbed her head vigorously. He smiled and said, "Did you make any mistakes and be driven back by your grandfather?"
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