The black veil on Xiao Yue's face was pulled off, revealing half of her face that had been destroyed by the fire.
However, the crowd was not as shocked as Xiao Yuzhu had imagined.
Even the little pink ball squatting on Xiao Yue's lap was not frightened.
Instead, she blinked her big black eyes and continued to smile at Xiao Yue. "Auntie Fragrant, do you like Sweetcake's little gift?"
In the past few years, Xiao Yue had not received much goodwill. For a moment, she was at a loss.
She was really afraid just now. She was afraid that she would scare the little child in her arms to tears. She was afraid that she would let her down. She was also afraid that she would embarrass Xiao Hai.
However, it didn't happen…
Nothing she'd feared had happened.
No one looked like they were looking at a monster.
The little packrat did not cry from fright. She was still shaking her little head in her arms.
