Everyone at the table was startled by the noise.
Li Manting shouted, "Aunt Hui, get a rag!"
Jing Shaofan frowned while Zhang Luoya graciously picked up the tissue.
Jing Muchen's face was as gloomy as the weather in December. His thin lips were pressed tightly, and his black eyes were sharp, staring fiercely at the delicate little girl in front of him. He looked so terrifying.
When Jiu Jiu turned her head, she happened to look into Jing Muchen's dark eyes. She blinked a few times and subconsciously grabbed Old Mr. Jing's big hands for protection. "I want my mommy..." She got so scared that she couldn't help but cry. For her, Jing Muchen was so scary.
Old Mr. Jing was so angry. He pounded the table with his hand and roared, "You brat! What do you think you're doing?"
