Su Chengyu grimaced, carefully holding little An Yiqing in his arms, fearing that the laughing child, bright and cheerful as Maitreya Buddha, would start crying once in his embrace.
For little An Yiqing, Su Chengyu was a complete stranger. As soon as the child noticed Su Chengyu's unfamiliar face, he was ready to cry.
But Su Chengyu, generally looking quite gentle and refined, turned exceedingly ugly with that grimace on his face.
Seeing the incredibly ugly Su Chengyu, An Yiqing, who didn't know any better, was immediately amused. He laughed even harder, his mouth wide open, his little hands reaching out, seemingly wanting to grab Su Chengyu's face—he seemed to have forgotten the strangeness and fear that had almost driven him to tears just moments before.
An Jing never expected that Su Chengyu could look so ugly with a grimace, and she was momentarily stunned. The man was naturally as gentle and refined as jade... He was the most refined man she had ever seen... but now...
