I’ve Said It Before. I’ll Take Sangsang Away Tomorrow

At night, when they were sleeping, the little ones were huddled on a sofa watching TV. Ye sang was drowsy from watching, so she curled up on the sofa and curled her lips. She slept soundly.

Ye Si paused slightly. After a while, he squatted down and his white fingertips gently landed on his daughter's delicate eyebrows and eyes.

If one looked closely, one would find that the little girl's appearance was somewhat similar to Fu Han's eyebrows. Her eyelashes were curled and curled, and her small mouth was not small but bright.

One could vaguely see the shadow of Fu Han when she was young.

As she thought of this, she could not help but sigh and raise her hand to gently rub ye Sang's head.

Ye Si did not want his child to be related to Fu Han, and she also saw that Sangsang seemed to dislike Fu Han.

So even after so much time had passed, she didn't want Fu Han to know about it.