Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The man who walked over was tall, handsome and cool, carrying a strong aura from his body that could make people shiver.
There was a malicious look in the eyes under his short dark hair and his carved-like jaw was clenched tightly, showing his coldness and unhappiness.
The man’s long legs entered Xiaojie’s vision and looking at Mu Sihan who was striding over, Xiaojie’s dark eyes brightened immediately. “Uncle Cool.”
Xiaojie wanted to run into Uncle Cool’s arms but when he thought of what Wen Xiaobo’s mother had said and the relationship between Pretty Zhizhi and Uncle Cool recently, he lowered his head again.
Mu Sihan looked at Xiaojie’s faded gaze and felt a tightness in his chest.
He strode over to the little fellow, knelt down and looked at him fixedly with his deep dark eyes. “Nan Xiaojie.”
It was the first time Xiaojie had heard Uncle Cool call his name and it was his full name. His small body could not help but tremble.
Xiaojie raised his head and looked at Mu Sihan, who had on a cold expression and no smile on his face.
Would he be teaching him a lesson?
He had beaten Wen Xiaobo and caused him to bleed and it seemed as if it was his fault.
But he was not wrong. No one could scold Pretty Zhizhi.
What was wrong with having no father? Pretty Zhizhi had taught him very well!
He was also very happy being with Pretty Zhizhi!
Pretty Zhizhi is beautiful and it was natural for many boys to like her. Was it her fault to be liked by people?
What right did Wen Xiaobo’s mother have to scold Pretty Zhizhi?
The more Xiaojie think about it, the angrier he got, especially since Uncle Cool was looking at him with such a fierce expression.
There was a look of slight grievance in his big and black eyes.
Just when Xiaojie thought that Uncle Cool would criticize him, he heard him say, “Good skills, you have a bit of my demeanor.”
Xiaojie’s mouth opened in surprise. “You’re not scolding me?”
Mu Sihan stretched out his long arm and carried Xiaojie up with one arm. His chest was heaving slightly, he had never felt like this before. “If reason doesn’t work with shrews and imps, you have to use your fists.”
Since Mu Sihan’s appearance, Wen Xiaobo’s mother’s gaze was fixed on him like glue.
She had never seen such a tall and handsome man except on TV.
His face was like it was carved out by a sculptor, his features well-defined, the contours of his face handsome and cold. This man was so perfect that it made her heart race with excitement.
The most important thing was that his aura was strong and fierce, natural and arrogant, making people surrender to him.
Wen Xiaobo heard Mu Sihan’s words and pulled at his mother’s arm, crying, “Mommy, he called me an imp and you a shrew.”
When Wen Xiaobo’s mother heard those words, she immediately changed from fangirling to a fighting state.
Looking at him again, she saw Mu Sihan dressed respectably and assumed that he was one of this Nan Xiaojie’s mother’s lovers, and became even more incensed and self-righteous. “Sir, don’t be deceived by his mother. According to what I know, his mother has a lot of men, and they’re all young and handsome. You’re just one of the men she’s hooked up with. The one you’re holding in your arms is rumoured to be a little bastard, don’t be fooled by her.”
“What’s more, his mother won’t even let off those who are married. She even seduced my husband!”
There seemed to be a layer of frost in Mu Sihan’s eyes. He looked at Xiaojie’s red face and touched his head with his hand before raising his head, his dark eyes swept towards Wen Xiaobo’s mother. “Who says he has no father? I am his father. My woman fell for your husband? Go back and look at yourself in the mirror. You can’t even hold a candle to her.”