His little girl had grown up.
The moment he saw her, those words flashed through Chenchen's mind.
Five years had passed, and his little girl had already grown up; how could she not…
Li Xingchen's heart stirred with a bit of sourness.
If it weren't for those damn assassins, how could he have missed five years of her life?
Chongchong, who was talking with Ping Guoguo, was startled to hear that familiar yet strange voice.
"Guoguo, I think I heard Brother Chenchen's voice…" Chongchong excitedly lifted her eyes, searching through the crowd.
Ping Guoguo scratched the back of her head in confusion, "Did you? I didn't hear anything."
"You didn't hear it?"
"No… I swear on my integrity."
"Then it must have been my imagination." Having looked around and with Ping Guoguo also saying she hadn't heard it, Chongchong was even more convinced that it was just an illusion.
Instantly, the joy on her face vanished without a trace.
