Mu Fan flew in with his Sword Control, his ink-black hair and clothing dancing in the wind, exuding an elegant aura.
"Daddy, daddy!"
The little spirits' eyes lit up when they saw him, and they scrambled to fly over, playfully surrounding him.
Embarrassed by the loud cries of "daddy," Mu Fan's ears turned red as he looked at the circle of little babies spinning around him, feeling dizzy for a moment.
"Daddy, hold me."
Tianbing and Tianxue, being the youngest, stretched out their arms for a hug.
Mu Fan's heart trembled as he carefully held the two little ones, afraid that they might fall if he made the slightest mistake, his arms stiff and motionless.
"Hehe."
Lin Qingluo found the scene amusing and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Sister."
Mu Fan laughed helplessly and gave his sister a pleading look for help.
"Little Bing'er, Little Xue'er, be good, come here, mama will hold you."
Lin Qingluo smiled warmly and beckoned to the two little ones.
"Mama!"