Little Mo Yao's eyes were darting around, finally settling on Wen Wan as she whispered, "Dad is so fierce when he gets angry. Will brother cry from fright?"
Wen Wan hadn't considered this question, but if Mo Siluo truly lost his temper at Xiaoguai, she would despise him even more.
When the bedroom door opened, Xiaoguai thought it was Wen Wan and didn't look up. By the time he realized it was Mo Siluo, the man was already standing before him.
Xiaoguai glared at Mo Siluo as if he were looking at his nemesis.
The two of them stared at each other for five seconds until Mo Siluo broke the silence. His gaze swept over the airplane model Xiaoguai was holding, and his brows moved slightly, his voice deep, "Do you like airplane models?"
Xiaoguai kept glaring at Mo Siluo without a word, clutching the model as he got up, ready to leave. He had barely taken a step when Mo Siluo picked him up by the back of his shirt, lifting him gently to stand before him.
