Fourth Uncle Yu An (2)

Fu Pei raised his head slowly. His dark eyes met Fu Ting's clear eyes.

Fu Ting stopped in her tracks. She stood at the door and stared at the young man in a daze.

For a moment, even the air seemed to have frozen. No one spoke.

Three seconds later, Fu Pei raised his thin lips and said hoarsely," Little Fu Ting, come here.""

Fu Ting's eyelashes fluttered slightly when she heard the familiar arrogant tone. She felt like she was in a dream.

The young man in the blue and white hospital gown could not hide his unruly temperament from head to toe. His low and tired voice carried the hoarseness of waking up in the morning." What's with that look in your eyes? Don't you recognize Daddy?""​

As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Ting threw herself into Fu Pei's arms like a butterfly.

This was the young father she had always protected, the dazzling youth with bright eyes.

Fu Ting's eyes were so sore that she wanted to cry." Daddy," she said in a gentle voice."