"Humph—"
Seeing Yang Liu coming over and only talking to his mother as if he didn't exist, Wen Jingxin was extremely dissatisfied. She glared at them and pouted her soft lips. She snorted heavily and made a long tremor sound.
Yang Liu and Wenqing came to their senses immediately. In the blink of an eye, they saw that the little girl's lips were so plump that they could hang a bottle of oil. They looked at each other and couldn't help but smile.
"What's so funny!"
Wen Jing was even angrier. She glared at her mother and stretched out a few tender fingers, creaking on Yang Liu's waist.
It was easy for Yang Liu to avoid Wen Jing's fingers, but in order to ease her anger, Yang Liu pretended to be slow and let her succeed a few times. Then he grabbed her two delicate hands and smiled and be
