Xiao Ahling comfortably nestled in the sofa, quietly watching his performance, as if watching a joke.
Qin Yuanhang was almost moved by his own deeply emotional performance. When he looked up, all he saw was Xiao Ahling watching him with a half-smile, clearly intrigued. Qin Yuanhang's heart shuddered, and the tears in his eyes stopped flowing.
The child before him... doesn't seem to be moved?
Is he not falling for it?
Qin Yuanhang was too unwilling to accept this.
Isn't he just a child of a few years?
He had performed so emotionally and tearfully, how could this child not be moved?
Is the child heartless?
Even as Qin Yuanhang was still kneeling on the ground, Xiao Ahling continued to watch him as if watching a joke, without telling him to get up, nor speaking to him, which left Qin Yuanhang in a particularly shameful place.
