What's that supposed to mean? Su Yue looked up at him in shock and confusion.
Resemble his mother, resemble his father…
Wasn't he Beibei's father? What was wrong with saying that Beibei resembled him?
Although it wasn't a huge resemblance, at first glance, they really looked alike.
Ming Ansheng turned around and leaned against the doorframe. He stared at Su Yue and frowned, his eyes full of melancholy.
Su Yue became uneasy under his gaze. She averted her gaze and said, "They wanted fruit juice so I went to get it. I'll go pass it to them."
She started walking towards the bed.
"Yueyue." Ming Ansheng suddenly grabbed her elbow and pulled her out of the room. He closed the door gently after.
His actions were domineering and Su Yue didn't have a chance to refuse.
Ming Ansheng dragged her to the staircase landing and pressed her against the wall. He slightly tilted his head down and gazed intensely at her.
