The little boy held on tightly and wouldn't let go.
Xingxing, mindful of his young age, didn't dare to use too much force.
She tried twice but couldn't lift him, so she applied a bit more strength.
Seeing that she was just about to pull him away, the little boy started wailing loudly.
What could Xingxing do?
She quickly let go.
Su Jin, who was almost free from being held, was hugged tightly again.
Tears smeared all over her brocade robe.
Su Jin's head was throbbing.
She glanced around, but no one was looking for this little lord; instead, passersby frequently cast disapproving glances her way.
How could one be so cruel to a child?
If you don't like kids, then don't have them.
Housekeeper Zhou crouched down and coaxed the little boy, "Where are your family members?"
"This is my dad," the little boy said.
"..."
Housekeeper Zhou was suddenly at a loss for words.
He looked at Su Jin.
