The girl's smile immediately soothed Zhan Moxiao's parched heart, and the anger that had been chasing him gradually dissipated.
He felt the urge to cry because there was a girl who loved him so deeply.
He turned to Baili Mu, pressing him to the ground with a gun, "Did you hear that, Baili Mu? My wife trusts me. We don't need an outsider like you to worry about the matters between us. Today, I can spare your life for Lanlan's sake, but remember to stay away from us. If it happens again, I won't be forgiving."
With that, he withdrew the gun and turned to his wife and child, extending his long arms to embrace the mother and daughter.
He gently kissed Ou Lan's forehead and whispered, "Lanlan, I have something to say to you."
Ou Lan nodded obediently, "I've been waiting for you to talk to me."
"Thank you for trusting your husband, baby." He kissed her again, and then took the child from her arms, frowning, "What's wrong with Jia Xuan? She's sleeping so soundly."
