Watching the group of people descend the stairs, An Ran leaned weakly against Mu Xingfeng, feeling a shred of reluctance in her heart as she saw Hairong's departing gaze. Perhaps, that child wasn't as bad as she thought.
"Honey, this is my mistake," Mu Xingfeng embraced her, his forehead veins exposed, revealing his current mood.
He hated such underhanded tactics the most, yet Wang Xia used them against his dear wife.
An Ran held his hand, her fingers scratching his hand back intermittently, "Now you won't say I'm petty, will you?"
She still remembered when he said Rong was just a child.
Mu Xingfeng lowered his head, kissing the top of her hair, "I'm sorry, it was my fault, honey."
"Oh my, what just happened?" Xiao Xiao climbed back up the stairs, looked back mysteriously, and asked. Walking closer, she pointed at Mu Xingfeng's pants, "Ranran, why aren't you giving the pants to Instructor Mu after such a long time?"
