Hearing Rong's words, An Ran turned her head as if just seeing the two people, ignored the contempt in Rong's eyes, and playfully said, "That's because your mom doesn't have a man, so she has to carry two bags of rice herself. But Aunt Ran is different; Aunt Ran has a husband, a man. Look, this is my man. Not to mention these bags, even if Aunt Ran can't walk now, he'd have to carry me home up the stairs."
As she spoke, An Ran hooked her arm around Mu Xingfeng's arm, hanging onto him.
If it weren't for being in the Guard Team and fearing a bad influence, she would actually want to jump onto his back.
Hearing An Ran's words, Rong's eyes almost ignited. If his mother hadn't told him not to confront Aunt Ran in front of his father, otherwise, his father wouldn't like him, he would really want to go up and bite her.
