Inside the door, a tender, oriole-like voice of a child immediately captured Xi Jian Yunchen and Nuannuan's heart.
"Uncle, why are we here today?"
"Because," a deep baritone voice just sounded.
Nuannuan couldn't help but walked in.
In a very ordinary room, an extremely handsome man and a little girl in a floral skirt were lying on the Eight Immortals table playing with the Nine Links.[
Hearing the sound of someone coming in, the man and the little girl raised their heads.
The moment he saw the little girl's face, Nuan Nuan and Xi Jian Yunchen felt that their breathing was about to stop.
The facial features of the little girl in front of me are exactly the same as those of Xi Jian Yunchen, but her face shape is like Nuannuan, and she is very cute with pink makeup.
"Xiao Nuan?" Nuan Nuan said softly, as if he was afraid that his louder voice would scare her.
Xi Jian Yunchen's eyes were crooked as he looked at his daughter, and his whole heart was filled with tenderness.
This is his and Nuannuan's child, and the person closest to him in the world!
The little girl looked at them with a pair of big watery eyes, pouted her little mouth curiously, turned back to look at the handsome man, and said softly: "Uncle, who are they?"
The handsome man smiled and said, "Xiao Nuan, these are the people I brought you to see today."
With that said, he stood up, took Xiao Nuan's hand and walked to them, saying: "They are your real parents!"
"Real parents?" Confusion flashed in Xiao Nuan's eyes.
Her big watery eyes blinked at him again and said, "What about my father?"