Mu Chen's expression froze for a moment. Xiao Ying'er saw his hesitation, and a flicker of unconcealable disappointment instantly appeared in her eyes. Mu Chen quickly reacted, exclaiming, "Of course you can!"
"Really?"
"Really."
"Yay! You're the best, Mister!"
Cheering and ignoring Yalan's attempts to stop her, Xiao Ying'er threw herself into Mu Chen's arms once again. As far as Yalan could remember, this was Xiao Ying'er's happiest day—the day she had smiled the most. Only today did she truly seem like a three-year-old girl. She was clingy, playful, and adorable, showing a childlike innocence that was rarely seen. And the one who brought out these emotions, which should have been a part of her every day, wasn't Yalan, her Lady, or anyone else in the family. It was this handsome, elegant, and gentle stranger standing before them.
