Tian Miaomiao froze, thinking that the godly man had quite the poor temper despite his mesmerizing looks.
And what did her hitting the little one had to do with him?
"I… I'm just teaching him a lesson… He sneaked out by himself, and what should we do if something happens…" Tian Miaomiao said fearfully, afraid to look Li Shaoling in the eye.
Li Shaoling considered it. "Right. He deserves it."
The little one snorted. "Daddy, you don't love me anymore."
'Da-Daddy!?'
Clutching her own chest, Tian Miaomiao took a few steps back, glancing at the tot's face and then at Li Shaoling's. She realized what had happened at once, and went pale as if she had seen a ghost—but as she turned to Ji Weixi, her eyes were clearly accusing her 'why-didn't-you-tell-me-you-bagged-a-god!'
Ji Weixi simply cleared her throat. "Li Shaoling. Shouldn't you be going back?"
