Su Ruanruan wrapped her arms around his neck.
With a captivating gaze.
Bao Jingyan was embracing her, calling Sun Jingan with one hand holding the cellphone.
Sun Jingan was both angry and worried.
He wanted to drag the little girl back home.
Yet Mrs. Sun Jingan disagreed, she said, "It's rare for Anran to go out, just let her enjoy herself."
Sun Jingan lashed out at his wife.
He said, "Do you know the true colors of that Bai fellow? Even if he's decent, does he know about Anran's illness? Does he have any sense of propriety?"
The father's eyes reddened: "Anran is only 20."
Mrs. Sun Jingan answered in a muted voice: "I was also 20 when I was with you."
Sun Jingan was speechless.
After a while, he retorted to his wife: "That's different."
Mrs. Sun Jingan knew exactly how to deal with him, she wept softly: "You always say you don't care about Anran's sickness, but your true colors show at the critical moment! You clearly don't treat Anran as a normal child."
