Jace Keane shivered, not knowing why, he felt like this uncle was really angry.
Even though when he interacted with him before, this uncle never showed a good face, there was just an indescribable feeling this time that his anger was different than any other time.
Maeve Lane lightly wiped away a tear, smiled and said, "I'm not angry, I just don't know why I suddenly feel very heartbroken."
Julian Fairchild furrowed his brows tightly and carried Maeve Lane in a princess hold, "Then don't look at him anymore."
Jace Keane heard this, and a strong sense of disappointment emerged in his heart.
This sister's scent is very pleasant, warm like the sun.
But, she doesn't seem to like him very much.
He hung his little head, looking at his slightly peeling small shoes, his fine brows furrowed, as if in self-blame.
Suddenly.
A warm hand held his small hand.
Jace Keane raised his head in astonishment.
