She had just stepped onto a stair when she suddenly turned her head to glance at Bo Yunshen and coldly said, "Bo Yunshen, I am so disappointed in you!"
After saying that, Qin Yan directly stepped up the stairs. She found Qin Yinyin, bent down to take her small hand, and said, "Let's go, we're going home."
Qin Yinyin was a child. Pulled by Qin Yan, she was forced to take a step forward and followed her down the stairs.
"Mommy, where are we going? Isn't this where my daddy is, isn't this our home?"
Qin Yinyin's voice was soft and glutinous, both sweet and tender, but it gripped Qin Yan's heart like a pair of large hands twisting it tightly.
Ever since Qin Yinyin understood the meaning of the word "father," she had been especially longing for paternal love, something Qin Yan couldn't give.
But Qin Yan hadn't expected that, even after Bo Yunshen had treated her so, leaving her battered and bruised, she didn't harbor a single complaint.