Having lived with him for decades, she understood him; he was a man of responsibility, just like he never bothered to hide his feelings for Xia Qing from her.
Sure enough, when Xia Qing's gaze came over, Father Huo bravely stepped forward, "That's my child."
Many people were shaken, falling straight off their chairs, and Zhou Xian stood up as well.
"Daddy." Under Xia Qing's gesture, the child boldly called out.
"What a portrait of fatherly virtue and filial piety," Jun Mochan said as he slowly emerged from the crowd.
When did he get here? Ye Ranran's eyes widened in shock.
"The young master just arrived, and he asked you all not to make any rash moves," One said, extending his hand slightly in front of Ye Ranran as though fearing she'd act impulsively.
Ye Ranran slapped him in dissatisfaction, "What's going on, who's making rash moves?"
"It's best if the lady doesn't," One responded.