on the other side, qin mo had returned to his bedroom. when he opened the door, he saw he huan leaning on the sofa.
She looked up and stared at Qin Mo's face. "is he alright?"
qin mo walked over and sat beside her. he reached out and pulled he huan into his arms. she did not struggle, which was rare. qin mo gently stroked her hair and smiled gently."the child i picked wasn't so fragile, unlike a certain little girl who would explode at the slightest mishap."
He Huan glared at him. I'm not a little girl. I'm not angry.
Qin mo laughed. you're still denying it? look at how many times you've defended me for Shen ting.
he huan lowered her eyes and did not speak for a long time. qin mo kept looking at her with a gentle gaze.
