He was wearing black leather pants, black knitted clothes, and a black knee-length coat. Rain dripped from his shoulders. He had brown hair, and his eyes were sparkling. When he saw Bette, who had been pushed to the corner by the airflow, he said indifferently, "Hand them over."
Daddy?
Farley?
When Hester and Dave heard this, they looked at each other and ran over together.
"Farley!"
"Daddy!"
Farley raised his head and saw the two rushing towards him.
On Farley's handsome face, his tense lips finally softened. He opened his arms and hugged Hester and Dave. He kissed Hester beside her ear and said, "I'm back."
Hester's heart tightened. She bit her lip and did not say anything.
"Farley..." Bette looked at him, hurriedly stood up, gathered her scattered hair, and smiled gently. "Mr. White, I just invited Dave to hang out."
"Do you think my daddy is a fool? You kidnapped me and tried to harm me!" Dave poked his head out of Farley's arms to refute.