"Daddy, hold me."
"Daddy, hug me."
Ye Si and Ye Huan both spread their little arms and ran toward Ye Fan, asking him to hold them.
Ye Fan's face was full of smiles. Something called happiness even seemed to surge within his heart.
They smelled sweetly of milk.
Ye Fan picked up the two little chubby dumplings.
As if competing with each other, one planted a hard kiss on Ye Fan's left cheek while the other kissed his right.
Ye Fan was in an especially good mood as well.
He kissed each of the little ones on the cheek.
"Xiao Si, Xiao Huan, how did you recognize Daddy at a glance?"
Ye Fan asked the two little ones with a smile.
"Daddy..."
Ye Huan had just wanted to speak, but Ye Si's little mouth was faster.
Like a tiny machine gun.
She rattled off, "We have pictures of Daddy at home. Ever since we were little, Mommy had us call you Daddy.
"And there are statues of Daddy in the parks and squares of Jiangning City too.
"They all say Daddy is a great hero.
"We were so happy to hear that."
As Ye Si spoke.
Her large, grape-like black eyes, fixed on Ye Fan, shimmered with starlike light.
It was a light called admiration.
"What a good girl.
"Is that right, Xiao Huan?"
Ye Fan made sure to include his son Ye Huan as well.
After all.
Compared to Ye Si's somewhat feisty temperament.
Little Ye Huan was much gentler.
Just now, he had wanted to speak, only for his older sister to beat him to it.
His little face had turned slightly red from anxiety.
"Mhm, mhm, that's right, Daddy.
"Daddy is a great hero. He's our idol."
Xiao Huan nodded earnestly.
Seeing this, Ai Wei, Father Ye