Chapter 1,112: A Father’s Voice without Warning

Bai Qingjun also missed Su Li and Su Qi very much, but it was a pity that neither of their brothers came back.

"Grandpa Bai, eldest brother and second brother have not come back, but they all miss Grandpa Bai and Grandpa Mo."

Xin'er's big eyes, shining like gems, seemed to be filled with smiles.

Bai Qingjun looked at her cute appearance and couldn't help pinching her pink cheeks.

"You are the most considerate little girl. Your eldest brother and your second brother have grown up. They have their own way to go. Grandpa Bai can't keep you by his side forever."

Bai Qingjun sighed in his heart, feeling that he couldn't bear to leave them after all.

"Grandpa Bai, but we can stay with Grandpa Bai for the rest of our lives!"

"Yeah! Xin'er said it well!"

When Bai Qingjun heard this, he immediately burst into laughter. He felt comfortable hearing such thoughtful words.

Su Zimo also smiled silently, knowing that he and his master were lonely, and the words of Yue'er and the other three brothers and sisters did bring them a lot of happiness.

Unknowingly, I had reached the entrance of the courtyard.

At the door, Mo Yuntian was dressed in white clothes. Under the refraction of the sunset, his handsome face reflected a faint brilliance. The evening breeze blew his clothes and sleeves fluttering, like an immortal, and he smiled slightly, with a thrilling charm.

Mo Wuheng looked at Mo Yuntian excitedly.

In the deep black eyes, there was excitement, hatred, but more importantly, longing.

"Daddy."

Su Zimo called Mo Yuntian daddy without any warning.

Not only Mo Wuheng was stunned, but also Mo Yuntian was a little in disbelief.

As an insider, Mu Yunxuan's handsome face showed no emotion.

Bai Qingjun looked at Mo Yuntian and smiled. Maybe from now on, Yuntian can be truly happy.

As for Xin'er, Su Zimo had already told her in advance and looked at Mo Yuntian with a sweet smile.

"Mo'er."

Mo Yuntian couldn't control the excitement in his heart and walked to Su Zimo's side with excitement on his face.

"Dad, it's my daughter's unfilial piety that broke my father's heart and made him suffer alone for so long."

Su Zimo had already thought about it on the way back. Regardless of whether she was really Su Zimo or not, Mo Yuntian was her father. He had sacrificed so much for her. This was what she should call daddy.

Whether it is Li Xiaguo's parents or Mingyue Valley's father, they are her dearest family members.

"Dad, what is going on? Isn't Su Zimo the daughter of Nalan Wenhao? How can she be your daughter?"

Mo Wuheng asked in an excited cold voice.

What made him even more angry was that he was obviously living well, but he didn't want to go back to the Demon City to see him and Wuya.

They all thought that he was no longer alive and would seek revenge from the people of Yuncheng every year.

"Heng'er, since you're here, dad will naturally make it clear to you, so go inside first."

Looking past Mo Wuheng, Mo Yuntian looked at Mu Yunxuan indifferently.

"Grandpa Mo, I heard from Grandpa Bai that Grandpa Mo picked red fruits for Xin'er?"

Xin'er's sweet voice broke the moment of silence.

"Yes! Grandpa Mo knows that Xin'er likes to eat red fruits the most. Grandpa Mo went up the mountain to pick a lot today, and Xin'er can eat as much as she wants."

Mo Yuntian took Xin'er from Bai Qingjun's hand.

He glanced at Su Zimo.

"Mo'er, since you're back, let's make dinner! Daddy and Qingjun both miss your craftsmanship."

Su Zimo pursed her lips, "Dad, Mo'er is a guest now, so dad should cook for Mo'er to eat. Also, dad, hasn't Mo'er introduced your son-in-law to dad yet?"