"I'm fine, I'm just worried about my daughter..."
My sweet little cotton-padded jacket is letting in the wind.
The little guy squeezed between his parents, actually pushing aside his big dad.
She glared at Li Hanting in a childish, stern voice.
"Dad, you're not allowed to blame Mom."
Looking at his daughter's puffed-up face, Li Hanting didn't know whether to be angry or happy.
“Honey, Daddy isn’t blaming Mommy, he’s just concerned about us.”
"Really?"
Yuan Yuan asked uncertainly.
Then she misunderstood her father?
Her big eyes peeked at her father, but unfortunately she couldn't see anything.
Oh no, I hope Dad won't be angry.
With her mother's encouraging gaze, she slowly approached her father and carefully took his hand.
Her voice was sweet and coquettish, "Daddy, I'm sorry, please forgive Yuanyuan, okay?"
How could Li Hanting possibly be truly angry?
In his life, besides his wife, his daughter was second in importance.
He bent down and picked her up. "Daddy isn't angry."
"Are you feeling unwell anywhere right now? Are you dizzy?"
"Dad, don't worry, Yuanyuan is wearing a lot of clothes, she won't get cold at all."
The little guy patted his chest and looked at his old father with a beaming smile.
"I'm going to make my daughter a bowl of tea to warm her up."
Su Jingjing thought about it and still felt uneasy.
Children's colds can sometimes be quite unexplained, and she didn't want her daughter to suffer from them again.
Under the couple's coaxing, they forced the two children to drink the tea meant to ward off the cold.
It wasn't until the night was over that Yuanyuan was still as lively and energetic as usual, and Su Jingjing and the other person finally breathed a sigh of relief.
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