Fuck!
How can you still talk so self-righteously, on what grounds?
"Let go of me, you're being a hooligan..."
Before she could finish, the man scooped her up with one large hand, and with a slip of his foot, Ye Nuanxi felt herself staggering against the bathroom wall, pinned by the man. His dark eyes locked onto her firmly, "You looked at my son, and I can't even be a hooligan?"
Ye Nuanxi: "..."
"Who hasn't seen a little child before? Ha!"
Damn it, this man really was blunt. Was his son made of gold or something? She wasn't even allowed to look, "A three- or four-year-old child and a newborn baby are no different in size, what's there not to look at? I didn't even want to look!"
Huo Beichen: "So you're saying my son is too small? Not worth looking at?!"
"Which ear of yours heard me say that?"
