Hearing that familiar, frigid voice, An’er’s small eyes lit up. He turned to the men behind Li Dan, his face full of excitement, and cheered, "Daddy, you’re here! Hurry, these scoundrels wanted to bully Mother. Beat them away and get revenge for her!"
An’er was clever; in front of outsiders, he kept in mind the iron rule his uncle had taught him: never reveal their true identities. Seeing Xiao Tong approaching with long, steady strides in his ink-colored robes, he was so happy he could have clapped his hands, ready to watch these scoundrels be dragged away and taught a lesson by his father.
The smile never left Jiang Wumei’s peach-blossom eyes. She shifted her gaze from the little one, who was basking in reflected glory, to the tall, imposing figure standing behind the three men.
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