Mo Siyu didn't respond, and Lian He cleared his throat awkwardly, saying, "In the past, I missed Xiao Yue's growth. Now, even though Xiao Yue does not recognize me as her dad, in my heart, Xiao Yue is still my own daughter. If you dare to bully my daughter, the Hai City Lian Family will not let you off."
Lian He spoke seriously and sternly.
"Uncle Lian, Xiao Yue is my fiancée, my future wife, and the mother of my future children. Naturally, I will cherish her. You don't need to worry, Uncle Lian." Mo Siyu's gaze fell on Tang Yue's face. Under the table, he tightly held her hand, and the thought of her being the mother of his future children made him think that having a daughter as delicate as Xiao Yue would be a blissful thing.
At least, he would hold his daughter in the palm of his hands, letting her suffer no grievances whatsoever.
