The revolting faces of Zhou Mingxuan and Su Ziyang, along with their sarcastic remarks, were like a pair of buzzing flies around a fine meal. Although Lin Fan had swept them away with a neat and decisive wave of his hand, they still left an unpleasant aftertaste in the air.
Lowering his gaze, Lin Fan saw that although Mengmeng was safely tucked in his arms with her little face buried in the crook of his neck, her tiny hands remained tightly clenched and her little brows were slightly furrowed. Clearly, the malice from those two people had startled her somewhat.
He had no wish to let this minor unpleasantness ruin his daughter's good mood today, nor did he want Mu Qingxue to feel distressed because of it.
Chapter 119