Ye Shuimi nodded and took a deep breath and looked at the man who had not seen him for a long time.

Ye Nianmo opened her arms, and she rushed to her. The man, who had given herself strong paternal love since childhood, was guilty of not being his own daughter, and guilt occupied the paternal love that should belong to Ye Miao, but he still enjoyed her as before.

"Dad!" Even if it wasn't unrelated, she wanted to shout that.

Ye Nianmo patted her, looked at her son who came in and patted the man in his arms. "Go ahead."

Ye's ink and wash came out of his arms,...