Yu Lingqian, who had originally planned to go straight into the house, heard her soft cry and almost reflexively turned around, striding over to her.
He pulled the car door open and saw Mu Anran, holding her knee and sweating coldly.
"Can't you walk properly? How could you bump into something?"
Yu Lingqian spoke irritably, as he bent over and directly lifted her out.
His tone was a bit harsh, but his hands were very gentle, as if he was afraid that she would knock into something again.
Mu Anran looked at his handsome profile and suddenly felt a sourness in her nose.
Subconsciously, her little face nuzzled against his chest, with a thick nasal voice, "It hurts."
When the little one in his arms said it hurt, she sounded like a little kitten whining, itching at his heart.
Yu Lingqian frowned, his tone still cold, "Now you know it hurts?"
