"Yaoyao, with your father here, don't be afraid."
The gentle and mellow voice was like a spring breeze brushing across her ear, making Nangong Yaoyao's expression freeze, a wave of unprecedented comfort and peace swept through her heart.
She slightly lifted her forehead, staring blankly at Lu Changsheng before her.
Even though she had long guessed that Lu Changsheng was her father, the sudden acknowledgment still left her in a daze.
"Are you... really my father?"
Nangong Yaoyao's lips parted slightly, her beautiful eyes dazed, with emotions like excitement, surprise, joy, nervousness, and longing flowing through them.
"Didn't you already guess it?"
Lu Changsheng smiled and spoke, no longer concealing his presence.
Instantly, a bloodline resonance formed between father and daughter, creating a miraculous sense of affinity.
"Hmm? So you're the man of Nangong Mili?"
The Wind Centipede Envoy heard these words, looking at Lu Changsheng with some surprise and astonishment.
