Su Yue glared at Ming Ansheng, and her face was contorted with anger. Her body was involuntarily shaking.
One look at her and anyone could tell how furious she was at the moment.
Her slap stunned Ming Ansheng, and there was her palm printed across his cheek.
He understood Su Yue well and knew that she had grown up during the last few years. She had become more sensible and wiser now.
But the process of growing up was to learn how to control and handle one's emotions.
When one felt threatened or strained, most would reveal their true personality.
The more livid and agitated she was, the more it showed how important Xiaojiao was to Su Yue. She really loved their daughter.
So he should be happy.
Ming Ansheng curled his lips. "Yueyue."
His gentle voice was slightly hoarse.
