The living room was extremely quiet, with only the rustling of the newspaper.
An Shijin folded the newspaper and looked up at Cheng Anyue. He said indifferently,""You're not crying?"
Cheng Anyue's expression changed slightly, and she subconsciously glared at an Shijin, her little face puffed up in anger.
Was this person going to call her a crybaby again?
"You don't want to admit that you're a crybaby?" An Shiyu asked in return.
"I don't like to cry." Cheng Anyue said in a low voice.
"Then who was the one who cried just now?"
"You're the one who bullied me. " Cheng Anyue was a little dissatisfied.
An Shijin looked at the little girl in front of him, who seemed to be in the right, and his brows furrowed slightly. She had been so afraid of him just now, but she had forgotten about it in just a short while?
The little girl's figure was very slender and she looked very weak, but it was this small body that dared to be arrogant with him.
