The atmosphere was awkward and stiff.
Ling Qingzhu did not dare interject either. In her arms, her daughter Yinyin took in the situation, her large, lively eyes darting about. Then, leaning against Ling Qingzhu, she stood up and tugged at Feng Qin's sleeve beside her, suddenly asking in her sweet little voice,
"Grandmaster, can you please stop arguing?"
Yinyin's innocent words instantly extinguished Feng Qin's anger. "All right. Grandmaster will listen to you."
"You're so nice, Grandmaster! Heehee..."
Under Feng Qin's affectionate teasing, Little Yin Yin let out bright, tinkling laughter, breaking the deadlock between Ling Feng and Feng Qin.
Ling Qingzhu breathed a sigh of relief. Only her daughter could have smoothed things over.
Ling Feng, too, felt the warmth of having a daughter, a little quilted jacket to warm his heart. Moved, he stepped forward and gazed lovingly at Little Yin Yin in Ling Qingzhu's arms. In an exceedingly gentle voice, he said, "Yinyin, Daddy didn't mean to stay away from you and Mommy. Daddy had his reasons. Can you forgive Daddy?"
Perhaps it was the bond of blood, or perhaps she sensed Ling Feng's heartfelt sincerity. Little Yin Yin looked at him, longing appearing on her rosy little face.
It was a longing for a father's love.
But Little Yin Yin did not answer Ling Feng immediately. Instead, she looked at Ling Qingzhu, seeking permission with her bright, wide eyes.
Seeing this, Ling Feng could only appeal to Ling Qingzhu with his eyes. She caught his look, then saw the obvious anticipation on Little Yin Yin's face. Without thinking much further, she nodded to her.
The little girl's face instantly lit up with delight. Then she looked at Ling Feng and asked earnestly, "Then, Daddy, will you ever leave me and Mommy again?"
As she spoke, Little