Li Qinlan's eyes were filled with grievance as she looked at Xiao Jin in shock. She moved her lips as if she wanted to say something, but when she saw the iciness in Xiao Jin's eyes and the killing intent that had leaked unintentionally from Su Ying's eyes, she was so frightened that she hurriedly got up and left.
"There's no need for such friends in the future."
Su Ying glanced at Xiao Jin's hand. Why did he have to hold her hand when he talked?
Su Ying wanted to pull her hand back, but Xiao Jin tightened his grip.
"Your hand is cold. Let me warm it up for you."
"Mother is cold? Then hurry up and hug Mother, Father." Ling still had snacks in her mouth and she appeared very innocent.
Upon hearing his daughter's words, Xiao Jin leaned closer to Su Ying obligingly.
It was almost summer now. Only a person with holes in his brain would think that Su Ying was cold.
"I'm not cold. Stay further away."
