Who would have thought that just as he finished speaking, Yun Ran burst into tears, looking at him with a face full of grievance, accusing, "Why did you scold me? You hit me... and scolded me again..."
Nangong Mo: "???"
"When did I hit you and scold you?!"
Would I dare? Would I be willing?
The girl wiped her tears with her hand, "My name is Ranran, not little ancestor... You're cursing..."
Nangong Mo: "..."
More like three years old, at most two and a half!
"Ranran good, Ranran cute, Ranran don't cry, I won't scold you, I won't hit you, I'll hit myself, alright?"
"Okay."
"..."
The girl across from him stared at him with eyes as clear as water, unblinking, just waiting for him to perform hitting himself.
Nangong Mo pursed his thin lips, raised his hand, and slapped himself on the head.
The girl blinked but continued to stare at him, as if saying: Go on!
Nangong Mo: "..."
