บท 1113: Han Zhuoli Must Be Her Lucky Star

With trembling lips and shaking shoulders from crying too hard, Lu Man nodded slowly, carefully calling, "Dad."

Wang Juhuai was so moved his eyes became red-rimmed too. "Eh! Good, good girl."

Before, she had called Lu Qiyuan "Dad" because she had to, though she did not even bother to do so eventually.

She nearly forgot how to call someone "Dad," unused to it as she was.

Her saying it now came from her heart.

Her mouth forming the word was so heartwarming, it enveloped her with love and never went away.

She now felt a sense of belonging, like a ship—no matter where she sailed to, there would always be a safe harbor for her somewhere.

Lu Man was touched and grateful, grateful that Wang Juhuai was willing to acknowledge her as his child.

What love she couldn't receive from her biological father, she would get it from Wang Juhuai.

"Dad," Lu Man called again.