"Yang Feng, my granddaughter is very precious to me." Zhao Moyao finally spoke up after a very long silence. His heart felt heavy when he thought back to the image of a lifeless Xiao Fei, whose eyes were so blank, it scared him.
Yang Feng felt the weight of Zhao Moyao's words. The man rarely acknowledged or cared for his kin and for him to do so, he should be very attached to them. But Yang Feng was oblivious to what Zhao Moyao was implying.
"I know. I won't do anything to her. I will only send her home." Yang Feng reassured him.
Zhao Moyao raised a brow when he suddenly realized something. This Yang Feng...he wasn't aware of his blatant feelings towards his granddaughter?
He was amused at the idea. A man strapped with a degree in psychology wasn't able to understand his own feelings? Zhao Moyao nearly laughed.
"Alright then. I expect not a single hair to be missing from her head." He mused.
"Of course." Yang Feng said before hanging up.
