The strength Jiang Wumei used was nothing more than a lover’s caress to Xiao Tong; it did not cause him the slightest pain. He caught her soft palm, pressed a kiss to it, and leaned down to whisper a few words into her ear, successfully drawing a glare from her.
This heartless father—when An'er grew up and looked back on today, he would see whether or not his father had the face to show him.
Jiang Wumei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but at least the little one’s emotions had been successfully soothed.
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