Qin Xin looked at the man suspiciously.
Suddenly, she extended her slender finger and poked the man's knee.
The man grunted, catching her little hand: "What are you doing?"
Although his tone was cold, it hid a trace of unnoticeable tension.
Could it be that she discovered something? Otherwise, why would she poke his knee alone? — She's so clever, he was careless. Had he known, he shouldn't have held her so tightly just now, unwilling to let go, and let her sit on his knee for so long before reminding her.
The man was holding his breath, as a string of illogical explanations flashed through his mind.
But then Qin Xin muttered to herself: "Not a robot, the knee has flesh, how did I feel like I touched steel just now..."
The veins on the man's forehead throbbed, and he couldn't help but twitch his lips fiercely.
The little guy mistook him for a robot?!
Such impudence... needs a beating.
