"Hey, stop crying now."
Ye Qian picked the little girl in his arms while gently stroking her head.
"UMMMHMM."
"I am not crying."
"SNIFF SNIFF"
The little girl shook her head while still having it low and not showing her face to Ye Qian.
But obviously, no matter what, she was not able to hide it from him.
"Alright, why are you crying?"
Ye Qian asked while walking back to the corner where the woman was taking some peeks at him constantly.
"Teacher blamed you for my talking, are you not angry with me Dad?"
After a moment, the little girl wiped her cheeks with her tiny hands and asked while cutely staring at Ye Qian's face.
"Hmm?"
"Why would I be angry at my Xiao Ya, did you do anything wrong?"
Ye Qian asked with his lips pursed and giving an expression as if he was thinking deeply about something.
"I..."
"No."
She quickly understood what her dad was saying.
