He clutched her wrist with one hand and wrapped the other around her shoulder, protectively holding her in a very intimate pose. His brow immediately darkened, "Are you blind? Didn't you see there was somebody in front of you?"
The father and son were messing around in the supermarket and never expected to nearly bump into someone. Mu Liang spoke with a cold and angry tone. The child burst into cries in an instant, struggling to be held by his father. The man who had wanted to apologize instantly became furious when he saw his child crying.
"What are you yelling for, they didn't even hit us, did they? You've scared my baby."
Qiao Xia rubbed her nose, seeing the child cry so fiercely with a red nose, she felt a bit of heartache—perhaps a surge of maternal love from the expectant mother. She was just about to tell Mu Liang to let it go when Mu Liang's voice rose louder than the man's, "So only your baby is precious, and everyone else's are trash?"
The child cried even louder.
