Xian Zihao and Xian Guiying immediately went silent. Xian Guiying hurriedly walked over and patted Qin Wenqian's hand. "It's not New Year's Day, and it's not uncle's wedding. What red packet do you want?"
However, Xian Zihao did not mind and placed the child on his lap. He said softly, "Uncle will make one for you in a moment."
"Why are you all treating her so well? You're going to spoil my daughter!" Xian Guiying frowned with a helpless smile on her face.
Xian Zihao didn't say anything. After patting Qin Wenqian's head, he finally spoke. "Such a small child without her father by her side, no matter how good her life and condition are, it makes one's heart ache and feel pity."
Xian Guiying's hand stiffened slightly as she lifted her head to look at him.
Xian Zihao didn't look at her. He patted Qin Wenqian's head while saying something, laughing and teasing the child in his arms.
