The assistant hurriedly ran out and returned a few minutes later, holding a baby girl.
An Ling impatiently cradled the baby girl in his arms, his gaze falling on her obediently sleeping little face.
Like...
The baby girl looked very much like his Ruochu!
"Where is Ruochu?" An Ling looked up and asked the assistant.
The assistant looked troubled, "Young Master An, Miss Ming hasn't shown up."
"Since she sent our daughter back, why won't she come to see me..." An Ling, feeling dejected, turned and walked back into the office, closing the door casually behind him.
The assistant was left outside the door, hesitated for a few seconds, then turned to leave, not daring to disturb the unpredictable master.
Inside the office, An Ling stared blankly at his daughter's tender face, his icy eyes gradually clouded with a layer of gentleness.
Lowering his head slightly, he kissed his daughter's little face, softly saying, "Baby, did Mommy give you a name?"
