"Who's laughing?"
Gongye Xun got angry.
At the same time, a feeling of being wronged rose in his heart—"baby feels aggrieved but baby won't say it."
It was all because his mother had given him such a name.
Ming Ge held back her laughter—not because she was scared of Gongye Xun, but simply because she felt guilty about mocking a young boy.
As Ming Ge was her artist, Ya Zhi naturally protected her and tried to smooth things over by saying, "Alright, Gong Er, don't be angry. I just won't call you that again... Oh, what brings you here?"
Gongye Xun suppressed the pretend rage on his radiant handsome face, casually brushed his hand through his hair styled in the latest fashion by Teacher Tony, and as he walked in, he answered Ya Zhi's question, "Oh, my brother sent me over…"
Ming Ge blinked, her long, thick eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
