Chapter 1471 Father

In the dining room, Little Xiaxia sat beside Xia Wanyuan and ate very consciously. She did not need anyone to feed her at all. She was completely different from when Xia Wanyuan was not around.

Xia Wanyuan often went out. When she was not around, Little Xiaxia began to be picky. Furthermore, only when Yu Qian fed her would she sit there obediently. Other times, no one here could coax her.

The three of them finished their meal in silence. Xia Wanyuan glanced at Little Xiaxia's dirtied clothes. "Let's go. I'll bring you to take a shower."

"Mm." Little Xiaxia nodded obediently, then looked at Yu Qian. "Goodnight, Uncle Yu. See you tomorrow."

Yu Qian nodded and watched Little Xiaxia's bouncing figure gradually disappear from his sight.

Less than ten minutes after Xia Wanyuan left, a subordinate came to report the situation to Yu Qian.

"Boss."

"Tell me."

"Tell me."

"Why isn't Uncle Yu my father?"

Hearing Little Xiaxia's words, Xia Wanyuan paused and looked at Little Xiaxia very seriously. "He's not. Have you forgotten the name of your father I told you about?"

"Jun Shiling," Little Xiaxia blurted out. "Mommy, I remember, but why did Daddy never appear? He didn't treat you well at all and made Mommy sad."

When Xia Wanyuan was in the castle, Little Xiaxia basically slept with her. Sometimes, when she woke up in the middle of the night, Little Xiaxia would see Xia Wanyuan standing alone by the window.

Little Xiaxia still did not know what longing was, but she could tell that Xia Wanyuan was unhappy and very sad.

Xia Wanyuan pulled Little Xiaxia into her arms. "No, Daddy loves you very much and Mommy very much. It's just that for some reasons, we have no choice but to be separated. Don't say this in the future, okay?"

Little Xiaxia lay in Xia Wanyuan's arms and nodded obediently. She looked at Xia Wanyuan curiously. "Mommy, what does Daddy look like? Is he especially handsome??"

A smile appeared in Xia Wanyuan's eyes. "Mm."

Coincidentally, there was a pen and paper on the desk not far away. Xia Wanyuan took the pen and drew a simple portrait on the paper.

Little Xiaxia looked at it seriously. Although the person on the paper seemed to be flat, in a daze, she seemed to really feel her father looking at her quietly.