"Mhm." Yan Sihan responded to her indifferently, and as she stared at him incredulously, he continued, "A four-year-old girl, who would pester me every day and would come back covered in mud when she stumbled, crying to me."
The man's mouth lifted into a faint smile as he teased, "I couldn't always spare the time to watch her, nor could I let her face her mother's questioning, so I had to frequently change her clothes."
Lin Jiaojiao was somewhat taken aback by his words; why did she feel like his gaze and tone were purposeful, as if he was implying something?
As if he was talking about her, but when she was young, Yan Sihan had never changed her clothes, and she had never mischievously rolled in the mud either.
Although Yan Sihan was kind to her back then, he always had a detached and aloof demeanor, even worse was his constant disdain towards her.
How could he possibly change her clothes for her?
