The boy leaned on his mother's shoulder and rubbed his face against it. Then, he closed his eyes and kept quiet.
Yan Nuo looked at An Jiuyue and Qian Yirong, then Qian Jiyun. He raised his hand and touched his nose.
He knew he was wrong. He would never listen to Qian Yiyun and allow her to bring the two boys to play hide-and-seek again.
However, it was clear An Jiuyue no longer trusted him. Carrying her own son was safer than handing him to someone else.
"An Jiuyue, return him to me!"
Wang Xing'er regained her composure and glared fiercely at An Jiuyue, almost drilling a hole through her.
I caught him, so he should stay with me. How can An Jiuyue have him?
"I'm going to kill that little thing and make you— Ah!"
Not wanting to hear any more of Wang Xing'er's filthy words, An Jiuyue shot her other elbow. The wounds on her arms were now symmetrical.
