"Dad, what's wrong?" With her little head tilted back, Zhouzhou looked up at him with her big, curious eyes, not understanding why his mood suddenly turned gloomy.
Qin Lie tightened his grip on her hand slightly and held it as he said, "Zhouzhou, promise Dad that you won't go to that place with them, okay? Dad's money is all yours." He didn't know what exactly Ye Lingfeng did, but he knew that their line of work was just as dangerous as Qin Xu's job as a detective.
He admitted that he was afraid.
Noticing his emotions clearly, Zhouzhou nodded innocently, holding his face with her small hands. Her soft, chubby face pressed against his and she gently rubbed against him. "Okay, I promise I won’t. Dad, don't be scared."
As she spoke, her small hands clumsily patted his back, imitating the way he used to comfort her. The scent of milk wafted from her, and Qin Lie's heart gradually calmed down. He held her without saying a word.