"Our Ayao has grown taller and her cultivation is getting stronger." He looked pleased. His youngest daughter's heroic figure was a far cry from the frail appearance he had first met.
Song Siyao smiled and said, "I have been working hard to cultivate."
"Ah Yao is so good, and look at our Ah Wan..."
Song Chaoxuan's gaze slowly fell on his eldest daughter. When he met Song Tingwan's smiling eyes, his smile faded slightly.
A moment later, I felt heartache.
He had seen Ah Wan's spoiled and unrestrained nature, and could also discern the sorrow beneath her smile.
Her brows furrowed in worry.
Where else can one find such a cheerful expression?
"What, Father only knows how to praise A-Yao." Seeing his expression, Song Tingwan pretended to accuse him and shook his sleeve.
Before Song Chaoxuan could react, Song Siyao turned to the side and praised herself, "My elder sister worries about me every day and works the hardest."
Song Tingwan couldn't help but pout and look at her father with a smug expression.
The old father, having recovered from his shock, laughed, "You two have gotten along so well that you don't even care about your father anymore."
He was left alone in the clan, his elderly father constantly thinking of his two daughters.
Song Tingwan smiled upon hearing this; her father was putting on an act again.
But she didn't respond, instead giving her sister a meaningful look.
Song Siyao opened her mouth, but couldn't be as familiar with her father as her older sister.
She pursed her lips awkwardly, "We also miss our father."
Song Tingwan then suppressed a laugh and chimed in, "Yes, yes, we all miss our father."
Song Chaoxuan knew them perfectly well. He chuckled indulgently, shook his head, patted the backs of his two daughters' hands, and said gently, "It's good that you're back safe and sound."
When their father became serious, the two sisters each gave him a reassuring look.
After the family finished speaking, Song Chaoxuan first nodded and smiled at Song Tingqi and the others, then slowly met the three pairs of curious eyes.
He chuckled, took his two daughters' hands, and walked up to them. "You must be Wan's friends?"
Baili Xijiang was the first to stand up obediently, "Greetings, Master!"
The master's father is called the grandmaster, right?
Upon hearing this, Song Chaoxuan first looked at Baili Xijiang and smiled, "Dragon Clan, Awan's disciple, has good talent. Please give my regards to the Dragon Clan."
"Ah, okay, okay."
Baili Xijiang nodded awkwardly, then realized something was wrong.
My master actually knows the dragon clan?!
Not to mention him, Song Siyao also looked at her older sister with a puzzled expression.
Song Tingwan was even more surprised.
She didn't know that her father knew about the dragon clan.
Speaking of her father's vast network of connections that he never mentions.
Qin Xi followed closely after Baili Xijiang, saying, "Hello Uncle, I am Wan'er's good friend Qin Xi. I am a weapon cultivator. I hope you won't find these little trinkets too bad!"
After the round-eyed girl finished speaking, she pushed out a small box.
Wan'er's father is so handsome, he looks much younger than her father.
You definitely can't call him "uncle," you have to call him "uncle"!
Song Chaoxuan was somewhat surprised, then turned to look at his two daughters with a smile, "I haven't given them a gift yet."
This child is so enthusiastic.
Song Tingwan suppressed a laugh and quietly shook her head at Qin Xi.
Qin Xi smiled sheepishly and took the gift box back.
"Uncle, my father is the leader of the Tianji Sect. If you need anything in the Yunyin Sect in the future, just go to my father."
She tilted her head slightly, looking proud that she could entrust any difficult task to my father.
Song Chaoxuan's eyes were even more kind and loving.
"Okay, Uncle has remembered."
Finally, their gaze fell upon Wan Qiji.
The situation in Song Dynasty Xuan is somewhat complicated.
That kid.
"Hello Uncle Song, my name is Wan Qiji."
Wanqiji clasped his hands in a fist salute, and for some reason, he felt that his friend's father was looking at him with a hidden meaning.
But he was slow-witted and couldn't understand some of it.
Even Song Siyao sensed something was wrong and looked at her father with a puzzled expression, wondering why he remained silent.
Only Song Tingwan, holding her sister's hand, quietly smiled.
Song Chaoxuan turned around and glared at the person.
Bad girl.
She just knows how to make fun of her dad.
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