"Mm, I know, dear."
"I don't like Hairong either."
"Ranran, Rong is just a child."
Hearing this, An Ran said no more, just pushed him away, "I'm a bit tired, I want to rest for a while."
Watching the girl's lonely figure, Mu Xingfeng's heart suddenly felt as if it was gripped tightly by a large hand, something rushing out.
What about giving her all the love he promised?
"Sweetheart," Mu Xingfeng rushed over in a few steps and hugged the girl from behind again, "Sweetheart, if you don't like it, I will keep my distance from them, don't be unhappy, okay?"
If you are like this, I really feel heartbroken, you are my life, I can even give you my life, what can't I do for you? Just say it, I can give you anything.
Mu Xingfeng is not good at expressing himself, he just didn't want to see her unhappy, he wanted to give her the best and make her happy.
