Upon hearing this, Shang Lingsi was taken aback.

After being dull for several seconds, he raised his head and looked at Yan Shuchen.

His evil eyes are very deep, and he can't see the side at a glance, as if a smear of darkness has precipitated, and the blackness is chilling.

"Uncle Shang, I know you are because of your little aunt, so I don’t know how to face your sister, but the sister is innocent. She has not seen her father or mother, even a niche name, since she was born two days ago. You just feel ashamed of my aunt. Have you ever thought that you are ashamed of my sister?"

Yang Shuchen met Shang Lingsi's sullen gaze and spoke straightforwardly.

Yu Xinxing desperately gave birth to the child, and she would never let her careless liver suffer.

A child without a mother is already pitiful enough. If she is rejected by her own father again, what is the difference between her and an orphan?

"..." The anger in Shang Lingsi's eyes gradually dissipated.

It's just gaze, and has been reluctant to touch the little girl in the incubator.

His body is very tight, very tight, like a sculpture, motionless.

This is the little princess he has been looking forward to for so long. If he can, he will move the whole world to her, as long as she grows up safely and happily.

But why, the price of her birth was to make him lose his love?

He doesn't know how he should face his biological daughter...

"Hold her back to the baby room." Shang Lingsi's thin lips pressed tightly, and for a long time, he squeezed a sentence from his lips.

"Uncle Shang..."

"Yan San'er!" Shang Lingsi lowered his voice, depressingly, and let out a low growl.

Yang Shuchen liked to stay with Shang Lingsi since he was a child. He knew very well that Shang Lingsi would only call him by his first name and last name when he was really angry.

Usually, he only calls him Saner...

"Wow--" The little baby in the incubator suddenly started crying.

The heart-piercing cry, as if knowing that he was rejected by his father.

The little pink cheeks wrinkled into a ball, and his nose and tears were all glued together from crying.

The small hand was clenched into a fist, and the fingertips were all white.

The pitiful look makes people feel soft when they look at it...

Yang Shuchen subconsciously wanted to coax her, but when he thought of Shang Lingsi, he gritted his teeth and held back.

Just standing there, let the little girl in the incubator cry, crying more and more faintly, as if she was about to cry.

Shang Lingsi frowned fiercely, her face stretched tightly.

He put his hands on his knees, silently exerting force, holding back the child in front of him.

But the little girl in the incubator seemed to be addicted to crying, so she didn't want to stop, the stern cry, like a knife, went into Shang Lingsi's heart.

Just when Yang Shuchen couldn't help himself, Shang Lingsi finally moved.

He stood up suddenly, as if plucked up courage, turned around for the first time and looked at the little girl in the incubator.

The wrinkled little girl, crying sad, choked pitifully.

The little arm was raised in his direction, as if waiting for Dad to hold...

When she closed her eyes, Shang Lingsi was stunned. Something in the midst of it slammed his heart fiercely.

The unspeakable throbbing shocked him deeply.

He stretched out his hand in a wicked manner and took the little girl out of the incubator.

His movements are very stiff and jerky.

The first time he held a child, when he was still such a small child, his arm was numb, for fear that he might crush her to pieces.