"Daddy will stay with you." The little girl's small hands tightly clutched Ji Chicheng's clothes.
As if she feared he might disappear any moment.
Ji Chicheng nodded with empathy, "Okay, Daddy will stay."
The little girl lay down in the bed and quickly fell asleep in Ji Chicheng's arms, but her hands still clung to his clothes.
Ji Chicheng did not move; his gaze deeply fixed on Fenfen's small face, he noticed that the toddler Fenfen and six-year-old Anning looked strikingly similar.
Especially when they felt insecure, their little hands were always particularly strong.
Tightly grasping his heart.
...
Anning took a taxi around many places, only to find that after living in Hai City for over ten years, she didn't have a single place to shelter from the storm.
Previously, whenever she felt upset, Danning would always drive her to the seaside park not far from the Ji Family home to enjoy the breeze, where Danning would constantly drone on about Lin Yanqin and her daughters.
