Mei Wanying had shown Ling a portrait of her father every day. Having seen it so many times, she finally recognized Pei Yan this time.
She knew this was her daddy, not a stranger.
Pei Yan's expression was priceless.
He should have been happy that his daughter recognized him.
But for his daughter to call him "stinky daddy" and forbid him from kissing Ah Yin... wasn't that just too much?
Ling scrambled up from the soft couch and half-tumbled, half-crawled to wedge herself between Pei Yan and Mei Wanying.
She muttered from her little mouth, "Don't you hug my mommy!"
Pei Yan simply stretched out a long arm and gathered Ling into the hug too.
"Your mommy is my wife. Why can't I hug her?"
Ling opened her mouth, but she didn't know how to answer. Suddenly, she was speechless.
She turned her head to look at Mei Wanying.
Her face looked as if she were calling for backup. "Mommy, what should I do?"
Pei Yan raised an eyebrow, his arm around Mei Wanying deliberately tightening.
