"What on seventh heaven are we going to do with her?" Long Meihui exclaimed, her finger pointing sharply towards Zhao Xin.
Her frustration was palpable, etched across her face.
Xia Tian abruptly ceased playing with the little girl and became captivated by the presence of the buxom beauty before him.
His gaze, like a magnet, fixated unwaveringly upon Long Meihui's ample bosom.
In response, Long Meihui's lips twitched, betrayed by her mix of indignation and discomfort at his unabashed ogling.
'All men truly are just beasts,' she muttered under her breath, unable to contain her exasperation.
She reluctantly bit her lower lip, a gesture that hinted at a subtle hint of her understanding of Xia Tian.
With a deliberate yet hesitant movement, she tugged the fabric of her yellow dress downwards, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her milky-soft shoulders.
