He sighed. "Yaoyao, let go." He made to unclench her fingers, but he had barely touched them when the little rascal pursed her lips and suddenly burst out crying.
"Master, I think Second Princess can't bear for you to leave. She still wants you to continue carrying her," said Zhao Qian.
When Long Yang saw the little rascal's face filled with tears, he had no choice but to carry her in his arms again.
He imitated the way Lu Liangwei hugged Yaoyao and cajoled her, then walked around the room. His daughter eventually stopped crying, but she still looked quite pitiful with tear marks on her face.
Long Yang's heart softened and he took the handkerchief Zhao Qian handed to him. He used the cloth to wipe her tears away gently.
