Su Xiaojiao Went Missing? (Part Seven)

"Mommy."

The small girl in his arms clutched his clothes tightly, as though she didn't feel safe.

She kept mumbling to herself.

Ming Ansheng lay down on the seat. He flipped Su Xiaojiao over, making her lie on his chest.

The little fellow was drunk and was tossing around, probably because she felt terrible.

She was feeling groggy.

His heart tingled when he heard her call 'Mommy'. He pinched her nose and slurred, "Little Lass, call Daddy."

It startled the chauffeur.

Little Lass? Daddy?

Since when did President have a daughter?

He glanced at the back through the rearview mirror. He couldn't see Ming Ansheng's face and could only see the little one wriggling on his chest.

Wealthy families are so messy and complicated…

His son appeared out of nowhere a few years ago, and now, a daughter too?