A few minutes later, Xia Molin emerged in new clothes, looking somewhat uncomfortable in them.
However, today was his daughter's most important day, so he tried hard to adjust.
Xia Yuxun looked at Xia Molin, who was neatly dressed, and a trace of relief appeared on her face, "Dad! You look so handsome in that outfit!"
"Nonsense, what's handsome at my age!" Xia Molin chided.
"It's true! Dad, in my heart, you'll always be the most handsome man!" Xia Yuxun affectionately looped her arm through Xia Molin's.
Xia Molin snorted, "Even more handsome than your Leng Sichen?"
At the mention of Leng Sichen, Xia Yuxun's expression immediately stiffened, and she hesitated before speaking, "Dad, I have something to tell you."
"Go ahead." Seeing his daughter's serious face, Xia Molin also grew tense, "Xiaoxun, has something happened? Why do you look so pale?"
