C273 Stay

"Is it late, 8: 30?" Zheng Ting asked.

The little girl's thoughts were written on the surface. Zheng Ting understood Yov Yue's good intentions. However, his fatherly love did not lack one or two years, but nearly thirty years.

Not hating was the greatest understanding Zheng Ting could achieve for Zheng Soong.

"It's late. The sun has gone home to sleep." Yov Yue said with a smile