The little girl in the photo is as exquisite as a porcelain doll, and when she smiles, her eyes curve into crescent moons. Her rosy cheeks have round dimples, making her utterly charming.
The old man felt his heart soften. If only she were his real great-granddaughter, how wonderful that would be.
Thinking this, the old man found Damian increasingly annoying.
Useless guy, can't even keep his own woman. Truly embarrassing for me as his grandfather.
Oh, the little girl is so cute, I really want to pick her up and squeeze her, listen to her call me great-grandpa in her childish voice.
The old man clasped his phone, unwilling to let go, flipping through the little girl's photos repeatedly, immediately saying, "Send all these photos to my phone."
Damian took the phone upon hearing this, and while transferring the photos, said, "Our dear doesn't like Talia being spoiled too much, so if you see Talia in the future, take it easy."
