"Sorry, I was thoughtless," Bao Shaojin nodded apologetically.
The man stood tall and elegant, exuding an aura of nobility and aloofness. Yet, at this moment, he had willingly bent his straight back for An Yin's sake, giving an inexplicable sense of him doing this willingly.
An Ying's lips moved slightly as she looked past the man's tall figure to her daughter behind him, "Yinyin, come over here."
An Ying's tone carried a hint of sternness.
This was quite rare for An Yin since Ms. An always gave her a sense of gentleness and never lost her temper. Her words were always calm and peaceful, nothing like now, where she seemed a bit fierce!
An Yin looked up in panic, instinctively clutching the man's clothes, too scared to say a word.
