My heart felt like it was being hit.

Sister-in-law Wu ran over: "Madam, sir."

"Sister-in-law Wu, didn't Little Candy go to class? Why are you back?" Song Shaojun asked.

"Yeah, I sent Little Candy to the piano teacher, but the teacher caught a bad cold and didn't have class today, so I brought her back again!"

So that’s it.

There was a panicked look in Ning An's eyes. She didn't know what to do. Little Candy must have heard the conversation between her and Song Shaojun just now.

In other words, Little Candy must know that Song Shaojun is not her father.

Ning An was not ready to explain to her yet, she was completely unprepared!

Song Shaojun lowered his head and put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, his elegant and handsome face also a little sad.

"An'an, let me explain to Little Candy." Song Shaojun thought for a while.

"What should we do..." Ning An shook his head.

"Just say she heard it wrong. That's not the case."

Ning An still shook his head: "Little Candy is more thoughtful than ordinary children, she will think too much."

Song Shaojun was also a little at a loss. In fact, he was not good at dealing with children. In the past few years, he had only been limited to accompanying and playing with Little Candy.

"Mr. Song, it's okay, leave it to me, I will take care of it." After a long silence, Ning An said, "No matter what, Little Candy is still a child."

Song Shaojun was not good at such things. He nodded, believing that Ning An could handle it well.

"Call me if you need anything, I'll be there." Song Shaojun said.

"Um."

Song Shaojun went back first.

Sister-in-law Wu didn’t know what happened.

Only Ning An slowly walked to the door of Little Candy's room and raised his hand.

Just as she was about to knock on the door, she heard crying in the room. It was the cry of Little Candy.

In the past few years, Little Candy has been very well-behaved and never cried. She didn’t cry even when she had a fever and received injections, and she didn’t cry when she didn’t do well in the exam. But today she cried a lot.

Ning'an's heart felt as painful as it squeezed.

It doesn't matter how much she suffers herself, but she doesn't want Little Candy to be wronged.

She wanted to rush into the room and hug Little Candy, but a deep feeling of powerlessness ran through her whole body. Her hands were hanging in the air, unable to knock on the door after all.

What should she tell Little Candy? If she continues to coax her, is Song Shaojun her father, or is her father already dead?

Little Candy likes Song Shaojun so much, no matter how I tell her, she will be very sad...

Ning An was caught in a dilemma, hesitant, hesitant, and at a loss, with a hesitant luster in his eyes.

Ning An went out and bought stuffed toys and Barbie dolls for Little Candy.

When I came back again, the crying in the room was much quieter.

She knocked on the door: "Little Candy, mommy bought you a toy."

Little Candy climbed out of bed, her eyes red from crying, but she still stepped on her slippers and opened the door for Ning An: "Mom."

"Do you like it?" Ning An put the doll in her hand, "Hold it."

They are all dolls that Little Candy likes. She lowered her head and touched the doll's little head: "I like it."

Ning'an played with Little Candy for a while, but hesitated to speak. After going out for a while, she still didn't think about how to speak.

However, Little Candy felt much better after holding the baby, stopped crying, and even kissed the baby.

"Little Candy, do you hate mommy? I made you cry." Ning An squatted in front of her and looked up at his daughter, with endless apologies in his water-cut autumn eyes.
Chapter completed!