Little li Junxi had been lying obediently in ruan Mengmeng's arms, feeling the rare warmth.
However, when he heard ruan Mengmeng's words, the longing in his eyes turned cold in an instant.
Li Junxi pushed ruan Mengmeng away with his small palm. He looked at the woman he loved with a sad and hurt expression."There's no reason. I just hate them, hate them. Yingluo and the others aren't cute at all. I don't like them, and I can't bear to be fierce to them. I can't wait for them to be scared to tears by me!"
The little boy's eyes were filled with sorrow. He glared at ruan Mengmeng and Li junyu. He hated them!
"Xiaoxi, you're not good at lying." Li junyu coldly interrupted his younger brother from the side.
He looked down at the little boy's tense face and covered the boy's head with his big hand.
Li Junxi, who was standing there trying his best to appear cold and hard, felt a sharp pain in his heart when li junyu's broad and well-defined palm covered his head.
