Little cutie

The soft clatter of two bottles of liquor and porcelain cups being placed on the table while Qie Ranzhe's steely gaze bore into Luo Muchen. 

His eyes narrowed in a chilling stare as he watched his future son-in-law with a mix of scrutiny and challenge. His little cutie who used to follow him around calling daddy was now calling another man daddy behind his back. Even his own baby stopped calling him that ages ago but the one surnamed Luo was now being called that in place of him. 

He really couldn't swallow it. How could he let it go?

Luo Muchen, sensing the weight of Qie Ranzhe's disapproval, straightened in his seat, a bead of sweat forming on his brow. 

"Come on Ran-ge, let it go," said Wen Qinxi trying to reason with him but there was no reasoning with the pig headed man. Qie Ranzhe raised his hand his cold gaze remaining on Luo Muchen.