Shen Ningning hadn't expected Mo Lingwei to react this way.
He didn't seem angry.
"Brother, you're not mad that I broke something?"
Back when Aunt Qin was still around, if she failed to hold a scalding bowl, she would receive a vicious beating.
This had left a considerable shadow on the little one's heart.
It made her believe that breaking anything meant she would be punished!
But Mo Lingwei just chuckled, his expression casual and nonchalant. "Why would I blame you? If you feel like it, you can smash everything in here. I wouldn't mind."
Shen Ningning's watery eyes widened.
'Brother is so generous!'
Compared to Aunt Qin, Shen Ningning liked Mo Lingwei so, so much more.
"Brother, you're so good to me!"
Mo Lingwei sat beside her and speared a piece of snow pear with a small skewer.
He brought it to Shen Ningning's lips, his long, dark eyes as deep and black as an abyss.
"I can be even better to you."
