"Liar, you're not going to hurt them. You went in with a dagger to scare them, Yingluo, but you can't even do it. You'll panic when little Yingluo cries, Yingluo"
Li Junxi's self-destruction did not fool ruan Mengmeng.
She half-knelt on the ground and hugged the little boy who stubbornly held his head high and whose eyes were filled with hostility.
She held li Junxi tightly in her arms and refused to let go no matter how hard li Junxi struggled.
Ruan Mengmeng said in a slightly excited tone, " "You obviously don't hate them, but you can't do anything to him when he cries. When he starts to cry with his little words, you, as his uncle, will be even more helpless.
You even made faces at them, coaxing the little boy, then coaxing the little girl, and after coaxing the little girl, you coaxed Xiao Songsong, saying that you couldn't bear to hurt them."
Li Junxi was hugged by ruan Mengmeng.
His little face was buried deep in ruan Mengmeng's sweet embrace.
