"Little shrew," the man teased back with a light smile.
Jiang Muwan swatted away the clinging hand and prepared to leave. She had barely taken two steps before she was embraced around the waist, the man's chin resting on top of her head and rubbing slowly as he spoke in a deep voice, "My child can only be scolded and bullied by me. Manman, rest assured, I won't let anyone bully you."
Clang, it felt as if someone had taken a stone and struck Jiang Muwan's heart fiercely. The blow was so powerful that her heart trembled.
Her spine stiffened, nearly losing her balance, her hand reaching out but stopping mid-air, intending to push away the large hand at her waist.
But at that moment, she hesitated.
At that moment, how could she express the feelings in her heart?
