Master Zhan, your daughter has gone out to catch ghosts again.

Zhan Guiting took YoYo to play in the indoor children's playground.

YoYo doesn't like playing alone; she prefers to play with Zhan Guiting.

But this is a children's playground. A tall adult like Zhan Guiting with long legs and feet simply can't play here.

Either you bump your head or your legs block the slide, so there's no point in sliding at all.

However, Zhan Guiting still tried his best to cooperate with the little girl and played with her for a while.

It wasn't until a phone call came in that Zhan Guiting gently patted the little dumpling's head and said softly, "Daddy will answer the phone."

He calls himself "Dad," and perhaps he doesn't even realize how naturally he says it.

It seems he's already gotten used to having such a little daughter.

"Okay, go answer the power cord." The little dumpling waved his chubby little hand.

It was too noisy inside, so Zhan Guiting went out while making a phone call.

With his dad not around, the little guy went to play with the other kids nearby. He was very outgoing and quickly became friends with them, playing and joking around with them and having a great time.

At this moment, standing next to the trampoline is a little boy of about four years old.

The little boy stared intently at Yoyo, his eyes following her every move.

His eyes were filled with envy and jealousy.

Why is she so happy?

Why does she have a father?

Why does everyone else have a father, but he doesn't? Why can everyone else be so happy, but he can't?

She giggled and laughed as she chased after her friends, passing by the little boy.

The little boy suddenly stretched his foot out.

"what……"

Yoyo tripped and fell, bursting into tears with a loud "Wah!"

She got up while crying.

He looked down at his knees pitifully.

My knee was bruised and red from a pebble on the ground.

"So dramatic, girls always cry, it's so annoying." The little boy next to her glanced at YoYo with disdain, then turned to leave.

Yoyo quickly blocked his way, asking in a cute but fierce tone, "Why did you trip over it?!"

The little boy was shocked; he thought she didn't know you.

"Who tripped you? You fell down on your own. What does it have to do with me? Don't make false accusations." The little boy stubbornly refused to admit it.

“I saw it all. It was you who tripped over it. You’re a big bad guy. I will never forgive you.”

"Tch, you idiot!"

The little boy looked down on him.

"You're the idiot, you're the biggest, most idiot ever. Nobody's dumber than you. Oh, you're actually pretty smart, not an idiot at all. If you say that again, I'll just punch you flat."

The little boy got impatient and started punching the air with his tiny fists.

"You little brat, you think you can flatten me? Go back and drink milk for a few years before you come back," the little boy said dismissively.

"Then let's have a fight!"

The little girl clenched her fists and assumed a Taekwondo preparatory stance, exuding arrogance and domineering presence.

"Xiao Zhi".

Suddenly, a young woman, wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, seemingly trying to conceal herself, and looking to be about twenty-five years old, walked towards the little boy. "We should go back now."

"Don't hit me! If you want to leave, leave some money for the journey, ptooey!"

Oh dear, you watch too much TV, you really do open your mouth and start talking.

"Leave an apology."

"Are you ever going to stop?!" Xiao Zhi said impatiently.

"It's not over yet,"

The little boy stomped his little feet and said angrily.

"What's wrong? Little one, did our Xiaozhi bully you?" The young woman looked at the adorable little dumpling, her maternal instincts kicking in, and bent down to ask.

"He tripped me, and knocked the nest over."

"If I hadn't been careless, I wouldn't have been tripped up by his petty tricks."

Oh, how concerned about saving face! She even went out of her way to explain herself in an attempt to salvage her image.

"How about your aunt apologizes to you on behalf of your brother?"

Just as Yoyo was about to speak, she saw Zhan Guiting returning after finishing his phone call.

"Daddy!"

The little dumpling turned and ran towards Zhan Guiting.

Zhan Guiting instinctively picked up the little girl and tossed her in the air twice.

The little boy looked up at Zhan Guiting, his eyes filled with admiration and respect.

He also wanted a father like that, even if it was only half of him.

Suddenly, I felt so envious of the little girl in front of me.

He is so happy, like a child who is loved by the whole world.

The woman glanced down at her son, who was staring blankly, and knew what he was thinking at that moment.

However, she was powerless to change it.

"Let's go." The woman pretended not to know anything, took Xiaozhi's small hand, and turned to leave.

She planted a big kiss on Zhan Guiting's cheek.

Zhan Guiting is not used to being kissed by women other than his ex-wife.

He was completely stunned.

This feeling is so strange. Is this what it feels like to have a daughter?

My friend also has a daughter. Whenever the two of them contact each other, my friend would boast to me about how cute her daughter is. At that time, Zhan Guiting was dismissive of her.

Now, he seems to have realized once again that he is a father!

When she went out, Xiao Zhi accidentally tripped over the threshold and scraped her chin.

All the pent-up grievances in my heart erupted in that instant.

"Wow……"

The little boy's mother, afraid of attracting attention, picked up her son and crawled into the car.

Because she was an artist who debuted through a talent show, but due to an unplanned pregnancy, her acting career was ruined.

Fearing being recognized, she had no choice but to leave quickly.

"Mom, why, why don't I have a dad? Everyone else has a dad, why don't I?"

The little boy nestled in the woman's arms, crying as he asked.

The little boy's mother was stunned.

So, he deliberately tripped over Yoyo because he felt inferior and envious.

A wave of guilt washed over her, overwhelming her.

The woman took a deep breath, as if she had made a decision.