"That's me," Ye Lingfeng said immediately.
Seeing him, Zhouzhou giggled and leaped into his arms, cheerfully saying, "I knew it! Dad, even if you turned to ashes, I could still recognize you!"
Ye Lingfeng had changed his appearance again today, but Zhouzhou recognized him at a glance.
Hearing this, Ye Lingfeng's mouth twitched. "There's no need to put it like that."
It didn't sound like she was expressing her longing for him—it sounded more like resentment.
Zhouzhou tilted her small face up in confusion, looking at him.
What's wrong? Was there something wrong with what she said?
Ye Lingfeng didn't elaborate. He patted her head and got to the point. "Zhouzhou, Daddy needs your help with something."
"Anything, Daddy! Just say it!" Zhouzhou instantly perked up.
"Brian Junior gave you an invitation today, didn't he?" Ye Lingfeng asked.
"Yes!" Zhouzhou nodded. "Daddy, do you need it?"