Having struggled to fish out her shoe from the water, Anqing turned it upside down with a worrisome expression on her face, and immediately a whoosh of water poured out from inside.
Anqing "......"
Ah… I really want to beat someone to death.
Anqing's face was fierce, and her eyes shot daggers at Qin Bo Qing, exuding such a ferociousness with gritted teeth as if she wanted to flay and debone the professor and gnaw him to pieces.
Ruanruan glanced at her own father Anqing's distorted handsome face, cowering behind Jiang Jincheng, and patted her little chest while whispering softly.
"Will the daddies start fighting?"
She frowned, a look on her face that was pitifully adorable.
Jiang Jincheng gently stroked Ruanruan's little head, smoothing down the tuft of hair on her forehead that the wind had ruffled.
"Don't be scared, little sister. Uncle Anqing just looks a bit fierce. It's getting dark; they probably won't start fighting."
