Bo Yunli could not be bothered with si Qing.
It was a big fuss.
His little girl was so precious, how could he let her wound heal by itself?
The only way he could accept the little girl's injury was to bite the corner of her lips or whine when he really couldn't control himself.
We're getting off topic.
He coughed and gently stroked su ye's thin back. "Get in the car."
Si Qing stared at their backs for a while. When he turned to face his car, he noticed Wen Yu, who was still in a daze with her back against the door.
Her gaze seemed to be fixed on su ye.
Si Qing walked over lazily, his hands on the roof of the car, and he wrapped Wen ni in his arms.
He leaned over and said in an ambiguous tone, " "What's wrong? Was he envious of her? If you like it, I'll be gentler to you in the future."
