"Zihan..."
Upon hearing this unfamiliar voice tinged with familiarity, Liu Zihan's heart shook violently.
She was holding Yang Qiangzheng and slowly turned around...
And saw Liu Wuheng.
In an instant, Liu Zihan's expression had not changed yet; she opened her mouth but before she could speak, tears had already started streaming down her cheeks like breached rivers.
Tears flowed before she could speak.
Liu Zihan frantically wiped her tears with her hands, but she couldn't stem their flow.
"Dad..."
Her voice quivered with trepidation, much like an abandoned little girl.
She had fantasized about this scene countless times in her dreams, what she would say to her father, but when the moment actually came... she could only utter one word before her strength gave out.
Liu Wuheng had likewise forgotten all the opening remarks he had discussed with Yang Shi on their way here.
