C205 Family

The soft string in Mo Zicong's heart was plucked again, and he subconsciously reached out to carry the child.

The tears of joy from the two old men did not affect him much. After all, to him, the people in front of him were strangers whom he had met for the first time.

However, when the little girl's clear eyes smiled like crescent moons and called him daddy in a childish voice