"What kind of man is he?"
Master Tuantuan's voice grew a bit more serious, the deep eyes behind the mask fixed on Qin Xin.
What kind of man could captivate this little girl's heart and soul?
If he remembered correctly, during the New Year, when she was talking with him, smiling sweetly, she mentioned meeting a "fun and warm" man.
At that time, he asked if it was her male classmate, and she denied it.
But besides her male classmates, what other male species could be around her? Could it be...
In his mind appeared a shadow of a hot-tempered, absurd, foolish man.
In an instant, the vinegar smell wafting from the fish soup seemed even stronger.
Qin Xin tilted her little head, completely unaware of the change in expression under Master Tuantuan's mask, as she pondered her master's question: "That man... he looks high and mighty, arrogant..."
Master Tuantuan: "..."
Si Moyu's status is indeed very high, but no matter how high, it's still beneath his!
