Tang Wanjun also knew that after today's incident, that woman would be even less likely to forgive him.
He tightly held the child in his arms again, murmuring hoarsely, "I'm sorry, Xiao Xue, daddy is sorry."
The little girl lifted her head from her father's warm embrace and smiled slightly, "Daddy, I forgive you. As long as you don't do those unnecessarily hurtful things again, Xiao Xue is willing to forgive you!"
After speaking, she propped herself up and gave Tang Wanjun a kiss on the cheek.
She then said with a bitter smile, "Daddy, I'm a bit hungry!"
Seeing the smile on the child's cheek, Tang Wanjun reached out and stroked it, also smiling, "Wait, Daddy will make you a meal, it won't take long."
She happily nodded her head, "Okay."
Tang Wanjun let her go, stood up, and walked towards the kitchen.
In the depths of his heart, suddenly, there was still that tearing pain.
He walked into the kitchen, started cooking, and reflected on what he had done today.
