Xie Xize's voice was slightly hoarse, low, and pleasant to the ear. He said a few short words, but each word was clear. In the small living room, it was especially clear.
Mo Yangyang was holding Xie Xize's glasses and chasing after him. When she heard this, her knees went soft and she wanted to kneel!
Xie Xize hugged her waist. " What's wrong? " Are you tired?"
The muscles on Mo Yangyang's face twitched. The thing she feared the most had happened. She wanted to cover Xie Xize's mouth.Can you shut up and stop talking!
Tired?
What do you want others to misunderstand?
The two elders of the Han family panted, unable to withstand the sudden change.
The old lady stretched out her trembling hand and pointed at Xie Xize."You ... The child's father was not dead…Was it? This ... Why did he appear again?"
Xie Xize hugged Mo Yangyang's waist and said to the two elders, ""I'm sorry, this is all my responsibility!"
