"Yes, I didn't take good care of your son. That's my fault. But why didn't you let them stay?" An Ran said like a firecracker, with her little neck stiff.
It was the first time Mu Xingfeng saw An Ran like this, and he couldn't help but be stunned.
He didn't mean to blame her; he just wanted to know the reason for the situation.
Seeing An Ran's puffed-up face and her slightly red eyes, Mu Xingfeng suddenly thought of a question.
He stretched out his long arm, encircled her petite body, and whispered in her ear with a chuckle, "Jealous?"
His little girl wasn't an unreasonable person, but whenever she saw Wang Xia and her son, she acted like a little beast with its hackles raised, not allowing even a word more to be said. What else didn't he understand? His little girl was jealous.
