Finally, Mu Tingfeng's expression changed slightly. His eyebrows twitched, but he did not relax his grip.
He stared at the fierce lady with his pair of dark eyes. The moment he met her gaze, which was filled with stubbornness, his heart quivered. He unwittingly reached out to her face.
Unfortunately, Mu Tingfeng did not end up touching Zhao Youlin's face.
Instead, when his hand was a few centimeters away from Zhao Youlin's face, suddenly, he felt a weight on his feet. He lowered his head and looked down in surprise, only to be greeted by Joy's small face that was just like his own.
Joy's eyes resembled Zhao Youlin's, which were filled with wariness and hostility. He punched Mu Tingfeng's thigh with his tiny fists over and over again. He shouted, "Bad guy, let go of Mommy!"
Everyone was stunned by Joy's sudden move. Xia Zhetao's jaw dropped and showed a bizarre expression, as if he had been struck by lightning.
