The door opened, and Yu Jingchen, dressed meticulously, walked out of the room.
The four-year-old little cutie anxiously clung to his daddy and burst into tears, his little mouth downturned with sadness. "Daddy, hurry up, Sister An Ning must be mad at me, that's why she left. Please help get her back quickly."
Yu Jingchen bent down to look at his son's face, filled with urgency. "Are you that afraid of her being mad at you?"
Ziqian sniffled pitifully. "Because I'm afraid if Sister An Ning gets angry, she won't marry Daddy."
Yu Jingchen's lips curled into a smile; he found the idea rather pleasant to hear.
"Wuwu..." Ziqian wept while speaking anxiously and sadly. "If she doesn't marry Daddy, she'll marry some other uncle. If she marries another uncle, then I won't be able to see Sister An Ning anymore. If I can't see her, I won't be able to find her when I grow up, and if I can't find her, how can I marry her?"