After a day's work, dragging her weary body back to the tent, Han Yingying took out her phone to video call Shen Weilan.
Shen Weici sat quietly beside, not making a peep.
As soon as the call connected, appple in hand, she said in her baby voice, "King, I have come to pay tribute again. Can you eat it?"
The moment she saw her daughter, all the fatigue seemed to be dispelled. Han Yingying smiled warmly and said gently, "Your arms are too short, you can't reach."
Shen Weilan tried to move closer to the camera, her little face almost deformed by the phone, "King, can you eat it now?"
"Can't eat."
"King, I can't get into the phone." Shen Weilan complained grievously, "Why do you always hide in the phone and not see Weilan? Weilan misses the King."
"I miss Weilan too." Han Yingying gently stroked her daughter's face on the screen, her eyes and brows full of tenderness, "Has Weilan been good to grandpa and grandma, and to your other grandparents at home?"
