"Ahhhh—!" At that moment, Jue suddenly shouted angrily again.
He fiercely used his small body to bump into the servant holding Han, and the servant was afraid to hurt him, so had to let Han go.
Jue grabbed Han tightly, as if holding onto his most beloved drawings.
Han was grabbed painfully and started crying: "Waaah, waaaah Jue brother, let go... waaaah... it hurts..."
Off to the side, Su Xingyu watched Han crying in pain, feeling very hurt herself, wanted to step forward to pry open Jue's hand but was afraid to hurt the frail child, so she could only be anxious.
Fortunately, perhaps annoyed by Han's crying, or perhaps without knowing why, Jue tilted his head to look at him a few times, suddenly released his grip, and let him go.
Han tearfully rolled up the sleeves of his bear costume, revealing that his tender arm had deep marks left by Jue's grip.
"Han!" Su Xingyu's heart ached.
