C306 Spring snack

"Dad, it's cold."

The little girl reached out and tugged on Jiang Siming's sleeve, her young and tender voice making Jiang Siming's mind come back to its senses. He looked at Jiang Yuanshan who was in his embrace, and the storm-like emotion hidden in his eyes swiftly spread.

"Who are you?"

His voice was cold as he clenched the phone tightly