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Han Xiaorou didn't ask any more questions at this time. She knew her mother's temperament too well, and she wouldn't make up her mind so quickly if she didn't think clearly about it. If she continued to ask, it might backfire.

Closing her eyes obediently, she smiled and said, "Mum, good night, and also, say good night to Daddy for me."

Han Yixing narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked a little puzzled: "Why are you so sure that he is your father?" She didn't seem to have given her any hints, did she?

"I'm not stupid, Daddy's eyes are so similar to mine, and Mommy's attitude!"

Han Xiaorou rolled her eyes in a serious manner, and in her heart she was only happy that she would soon have a super handsome dad and a KFC restaurant, so that she could stand in front of Qiao Yufeng and say, "Don't listen to me again!" If so, I’ll treat the whole class to eat, not you!” [

She was immersed in her own fantasy, after all she was only a four-year-old child, and most of her thoughts were still these little things.

Han Yixing sighed, "Go to sleep." She was so clever that it made her feel ashamed.

She had to admit that most of the time, she wanted to look into Xiao Rou's eyes, but was afraid to look at them. That was the only sign that could find him.

He helped her turn off the lights in the room, and then turned off the headlights in the living room. She was a little hesitant when entering her room for the first time.

But maybe, he was already asleep, so she said to herself, and she gently opened the door.

Almost immediately, his eyes turned this way.

Han Yixing was taken aback, and when he was about to retreat, he felt too embarrassed, so he could only say, "Fishilo went back earlier, why aren't you sleeping?"

"I want to look at you, or I won't be able to sleep." He stared at her, smiling warmly.

Han Yixing stood by the door, and finally moved towards the bed, feeling his heart beating non-stop, and his face felt a little hot.

Taking the chair beside him and sitting down, she looked at his still pale face, and vaguely heard Dr. Zhang say that he had lost too much blood, so she was thinking in her heart, what to do, to help him replenish blood.

"What are you thinking?" He suddenly reached out to hold her hand and asked.

Without realizing it, Han Yixing told the truth, "What can I do to replenish your blood tomorrow." After speaking, he was a little embarrassed, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but he held it tightly.