Yun Qiluo was sensitively aware that he was angry.
But she still didn’t know why.
Was he mad at her? But she hadn’t done anything...
So why was he being so fierce to her?
The more she thought about it, the more wronged Yun Qiluo felt.
She directly turned her face to the side and snorted, "I’m not going."
Yan Yan’s face darkened: "Yun Qiluo!"
His tone had grown a bit heavier.
The young girl’s eyes instantly turned red, directly avoiding Wang Ma’s hand trying to pull her away.
Unwilling to back down, she loudly said to Yan Yan: "You’re fierce to me again! I’m not going!"
Perhaps over time, she was spoiled by him long enough that, subconsciously, she knew Yan Yan wouldn’t really abandon her, so her little temper started to show.
When she was first picked up, Yun Qiluo wouldn’t have dared to talk back.
Yan Yan’s temple vein was throbbing, clearly on the verge of a rage: "Go change!"
"Beautiful woman, you’re the most annoying!"
The young girl suddenly pushed him away and turned to run outside.
She was so quick that even Wang Ma didn’t have time to react.
Yan Yan deepened his expression and, with a stride of his long legs, chased after her.
Picking Yun Qiluo up horizontally by the waist, he walked straight to the dressing room.
Her small size in his arms made her seem like a doll, not needing much effort to lift her.
Yun Qiluo balled her small hand into a fist, wanting to hit him, but didn’t dare to.
She only dared to glare at him with grievance: "Put me down! You bad guy!"
Yan Yan was almost amused with anger, who was the one declaring he was a good person with yearning eyes before?
It’s good she finally realized he was a bad guy.
When Yan Yan was angry earlier, everyone in the living room was so tense that they didn’t dare to make a sound.
Until now, they saw Yan Yan actually pick Yun Qiluo up.
Everyone started to worry.
Over the years, whenever Mr. Yan got angry, it was like a bloody storm, and many people had witnessed his methods.
They were afraid this little girl would be tormented the next second.
Fan Xinglan hurriedly spoke: "Yan, calm down a bit..."
Yan Yan suddenly recalled how this group of people had been staring at his little thing.
The previously subsiding nameless anger surged back up again.
His expression became so dark it could drip water, his gaze toward them as if they were already a group of dead people.
Fan Xinglan finally didn’t dare to speak again.
It wasn’t just him; the others also sat back down sheepishly.
Don’t be fooled by this group of rich second-generation heirs who were fearless outside, causing trouble all day.
When Yan Yan’s face darkened, every one of them tucked their tails between their legs, not daring to make a sound.
Ever since Yan Yan picked up Yun Qiluo and left, not a word was spoken in the living room for a long time.
The air was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
All the troublemakers sat upright, like elementary students waiting for the teacher to come back and punish them after doing something wrong.
A few minutes later, someone finally pulled out their phone.
Then, one after another, they pulled out their phones, sitting face to face, typing and chatting in their group chat:
Hardworking Young Master Mao: [This is bad, I actually forgot how possessive Yan Yan is! [Crying/][Crying/]]
Embodiment of Justice: [I think we’re close to being done for, what do you guys think...]
Studying Enthusiast: [What do you think?]
Law-abiding Fan Xiaoye: [Considering how sick and twisted Yan Yan is, you guys actually dared to look at his woman in a swimsuit? You’ve got guts, tired of living, huh.]
Having sent this, Fan Xinglan leaned back on the sofa with a cold laugh, even his gaze exuded a unique sense of superiority.
Studying Enthusiast: [Don’t forget, you looked too.]
Law-abiding Fan Xiaoye: [I didn’t look, I had my eyes closed.]
Fu Lifei glanced at him, then typed.
Embodiment of Justice: [Do you think... in Yan Yan’s eyes, there’s a difference?]
Law-abiding Fan Xiaoye: [...]