After Mengmeng fell asleep near the window, Zhang Han gently covered the little girl with a small blanket. He looked at Mengmeng tenderly, as if she were more precious than those rare treasures. This was a father's love.

"Honey, honey."

Zi Yan took Zhang Han's arm. When he turned around and leaned his head over, Zi Yan whispered, "What are you going to do with Mengmeng?"

"What am I going to do?" Zhang Han was confused.

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