"I am speaking to Xiaobei, who are you to cut in!"
Yang Hongzhi was curt, and he glared at Xiao Luo with undisguised loathing. His angry voice frightened Su Xiaobei, who was still clinging on to Xiao Luo's back.
Xiao Luo was quite stunned as he did not expect that his word of advice would have agitated Yang Hongzhi to such a degree. But Xiao Luo brushed it off with a chuckle and decided to ignore him.
"Yang Hongzhi, you're scaring Xiaobei!" Su Li chided.
The scowl on Yang Hongzhi's tensed-up face vanished instantly as he slapped his forehead dramatically and said, "Oh, Li, it's my bad, it's my bad… I'm so sorry." He then attempted to make a cute face and waved at Su Xiaobei, flashing her a broad smile. "Xiaobei, uncle Yang was too loud; you must be scared, right? Here, here… Uncle Yang is very sorry. Don't cry, okay?"
As he spoke, he bowed like a gentleman in a rather fawning manner, which didn't seem to impress Xiao Luo or the little girl.
