"Mr. Ghost, hug?"
Meng Tiantian pouted when Jun Yan did not respond, and she looked accusingly at Jun Yan with her watery phoenix eyes.
Meng Tiantian was beautiful, and she was only three years old, yet she was cute and sweet.
Especially when she looked at you with her phoenix eyes, which were clearer than crystals— you couldn't bear to refuse any request from her, even the kind that asked for the moon and the stars.
At this moment, even Jun Yan couldn't bear to refuse her.
He lifted the little girl high, then put her in his arms. Seeing the little girl's face, he was in a much better mood, and the anger and dissatisfaction from being betrothed at a young age disappeared.
"You are so happy to meet me, huh?" The thirteen-year-old boy had a clear voice that was slightly cold, like a clear spring in the sky.
"En! Mengmeng likes you very much."
Little Meng Tiantian held Jun Yan's face with her soft hands, cute and playful.