Some scenes suddenly came to Wendy's mind.
Once in another place, did she also seem to have clamped Michael's hand?
Nevertheless, Wendy did not have time to think about it. She opened the door first and went up to check Michael's condition. "How is your hand? Is it hurt?"
"Daddy!" Leah tilted her head and wanted to look at Michael's hand as well, but she was too short to see anything.
Michael did not say a word, but his eyes glanced at the door. Then he directly walked in.
Wendy was resigned to his move.
"You even used your daughter to get in, didn't you?" Wendy looked at Leah standing at the side. With both hands on her hips, Wendy said with anger, "Leah, you said you love Mummy the most. To me, you love Daddy the most for sure."
"No, no. Mummy is my favorite for sure." Leah immediately replied with a serious look, "And then comes Daddy."
