Ye Lingfeng stood at the door, hesitant and unsure whether to enter or make a quick escape. He was already contemplating how to make a run for it. He didn't want to risk getting chased down by his daughter during the New Year.
But before he could act, Zhouzhou noticed him. Her eyes lit up instantly. "Daddy!"
As his little girl ran toward him, Ye Lingfeng cursed the general in his heart again. Why did he have to come between him and his daughter? They were doing just fine!
Zhouzhou, unaware of her father's thoughts, ran and jumped into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly and rubbing her face against him lovingly.
"Daddy! Daddy!" Zhouzhou was overjoyed. She had been worried that he wouldn't make it back in time, but here he was, just as he had promised.
Ye Lingfeng hugged her back, but before Zhouzhou could remember anything about the Frost Sword, he quickly confessed, pretending to sound pitiful. "Zhouzhou, Daddy hurt his hand."
"What?"