"Xixi... Is 'Xixi' also something you call her!" Hearing Qi Yuanfeng's address, Ling Miaomiao stood with one hand on her hip, kettle-like, her small face full of dissatisfaction and anger.
This person used to look down on Xiaoxi, didn't he? So what's he doing now, trying to cozy up! 'Xixi,' where does he get the right to call Xiaoxi by that name.
Oh! Full of regret, wants to make amends now, or what? Humph… Xiaoxi absolutely doesn't care for it! Go wherever it's farthest away.
Ling Miaomiao's good temper seemed to have almost entirely turned into a short fuse; or perhaps it could be said that whenever it came to matters related to Ling Xi, Ling Miaomiao would become especially strong and... protective of her young.
"I..." Through the window, watching Ling Xi, who sat unaffected and quiet, Qi Yuanfeng's eyes were filled with suppressed pain and regret.
