Su Muyao also had so much to say to Di Fu Yuan.
When she missed him and longed for him in the past, she thought about what to say when they met again.
So much, so much.
But when she truly saw him, her mind was in chaos, emotions surging so strongly, she didn't know what to ask or say.
Just looking at him made her feel good.
Di Fu Yuan saw her smile and smiled as well, his peach blossom eyes radiating a warm glow, as beautiful as a hundred flowers in bloom, with a seductive gentleness, "Wife, it's better to smile more often."
His wife should be pampered and kept smiling, and not be allowed to cry.
This little girl had already accepted his identity, so naturally, he called her wife.
Su Muyao heard the word "wife" and, for some reason, her cheeks flushed a shade of crimson.
Moreover, when he called her in that low voice, it was particularly enticing.
Looking at the little girl in her radiant beauty, Di Fu Yuan felt his breath catch.
His wife!
