"Mm, I know, honey."
"I don't like Hairong either."
"Ranran, Rong is just a child."
Hearing this, An Ran didn't say anything 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 suddenly felt as if a large hand had tightly gripped his heart, something surged up within him.
Where was the promise of giving her all his love?
"Wifey," Mu Xingfeng rushed over in a few steps, hugging the girl from behind again, "Wifey, if you don't like it, I'll keep my distance from them, don't be unhappy, okay?"
Seeing you like this really breaks my heart. You're my life, I can even give you my life, what can't I do for you? Just say it, and I'll do it.
Mu Xingfeng wasn't good at expressing himself, he just didn't want to see her unhappy. All he wanted was to give her the best and make her happy.
