Xiao Xue, at this moment, was also staring at Xia Qingcheng with her big, round eyes.
She has always had no resistance to beauties, especially such a graceful, handsome man with a powerful aura; she was even more captivated.
Xiao Xue remembered the stories An'an's mother had told her. She felt that at this very moment, she must be a cute little angel, and this handsome man was like God, filling her with admiration.
So, the little angel opened her arms towards the God in her heart, showing a sweet smile that could melt hearts, and adorably said, "Uncle, hug me."
The air froze for a second.
Lan Ling couldn't help but laugh out loud, clutching Han Jing's sleeve desperately, however, Han Jing's sleeve was shaking, and Lan Ling noticed Han Jing's twitching shoulders and slightly lowered head.
There were still quite a few people at the scene who managed to remain calm.
But it definitely did not include the amusing siblings, Lan Ling and Han Jing.
