"Yes…" With Li Nianwei consoling her, Zhang Yi pouted again, but was feeling better.
It was obvious that she was depressed about having caused so much trouble.
At this time, little Bai Hechou, who was about as tall as a seven- or eight-year-old child, walked over quietly. He looked at Hong Dali with eyes that shone like black gemstones. "Papa, is it… because of me?"
"Ah, no." Hong Dali hugged little Bai Hechou with a big smile. "Our little Bai Hechou is such a good boy. How could it be because of you?" As he spoke he gently rubbed little Bai Hechou's nose and said, "Papa will take care of you. You just have to grow up happily. If I can't even protect my son, I wouldn't be of much use!"
"Papa…" Little Bai Hechou buried his head in Hong Dali's shoulder. "Papa is the best, hehe!"
"That's for sure!"