"Aren't the ones I give you your favorite?!" Beiming Han, seeing her excited state, asked with a frown.
"It's different. I like the ones you give me the most, but I also like those Shushu gave." Gu Qingxin was also a bit excited.
"Both of you, go back to your room." Beiming Han ordered.
"Uh ... but we haven't chatted with Shushu yet." Gu Qingxin hesitated, looking at him.
Xiao Yi also didn't want to go. He already missed Aunt Shushu.
Beiming Han's expression didn't change, his face still impassive. Gu Qingxin saw this and hurriedly pulled Xiao Yi up, waved at Ye Yingsu, and then left.
Only Beiming Han was left in the living room. His gaze became deeper as he asked, "Why did you give her a pistol?"
"I think she needs it!" Ye Yingsu responded indifferently.
"She doesn't need it!" Beiming Han's voice was slightly cold.
"..."
"Oh." Ye Yingsu just responded indifferently and stopped speaking.
"..."
"When are you coming back?"
