She looked down at the black ink on her little white dress and widened her eyes at the culprit.
It's dirty...
The little thing clenched her dress and looked at Yan'an, who was pressed on his chair firmly, silently.
The boy looked up and stared at her unwaveringly.
His ice-cold eyes made hairs shoot up on her back.
She even...
Felt the faint murderous intention on him.
But…
How could a five-year-old boy feel like that?
The little thing blinked blankly and sank into a short period of confusion.
Ye Sang pulled on her dirty dress.
Needless to think, her paranoid cheap Daddy will definitely make her recount what happened once he sees her dirty dress.
However, the little girl didn't want him to know.
After all, she's five years old!
How could she act like other children and tell their parents once they lose a fight?