A middle-aged woman rushed forward like an arrow, hugging the little fellow into her arms, her eyes full of wariness when she looked at Ning Xia, "Who are you? How dare you try to kidnap our young master?"
"...."
Ning Xia wordlessly pouted, clearly a good person, how could she be mistaken for a bad one?
Before she could speak, the little fellow angrily said to the middle-aged woman, "Superwoman Sister is a good person, don't you scold her."
His small frame squirmed in the woman's embrace, seemingly reluctant to be held by her.
Ning Xia's eyebrows quirked slightly.
The little guy was all soft and cuddly in front of her, she hadn't expected him to be a feisty little young master, defending her so boldly, her eyes involuntarily filled with heart shapes.
