Descending the stairs, her gaze met Fu Hengyi's, and he offered her a comforting smile, prompting Shen Qinglan to laugh despite herself.
"Daddy, you came back today to see me, didn't you?" Shen Qinglan cut to the chase.
Shen Qian smiled. "Qinglan is still as clever as when she was a child. Daddy hasn't even started talking, and you already know."
Shen Qinglan didn't say a word, and Shen Qian continued, "As a child, you loved sitting on Daddy's shoulders the most, asking me to run with you on my back, and you said that when you grew up, you wanted to be a soldier like Daddy, protecting our home and country."
Remembering her childhood, Shen Qinglan was taken aback; in her scant memories, the person she cherished most was actually her father, a towering hero in her heart, formidable and omnipotent.