Li Yeqi, holding the freshly fried dish, walked out and instantly noticed Yanling sprawled in Yan Luoxi's arms in the living room. His handsome face suddenly darkened, Where was that child's head resting, and what was his hand touching?
He put down the plate and strode over, plucked Yanling from Yan Luoxi's embrace, and placed him on the sofa next to them. Yanling, frightened by his icy demeanor, fell silent, looking at Yan Luoxi with a grievous expression as if about to cry.
"Mr. Li, what are you doing?" Yan Luoxi was also bewildered, not understanding why Li Yeqi suddenly lost his temper. Seeing Yanling scared and stupefied, she quickly hugged him onto her lap, gently patting his back, "Xiaoling is not afraid, Uncle is just playing with you."
Yanling pouted, looking timidly at Li Yeqi.
