"Ranran, don't cry. Don't be afraid, uncle is here." Silver Wolf gently patted the child's back, comforting her, not even minding that they were still on the street, surrounded by onlookers.
"Boo hoo." Qing Yuran looked at Silver Wolf with tearful eyes, frightened by what had just happened.
"Alright, it's okay now. Good girl, stop crying, okay?" Silver Wolf, a tough guy, using such a gentle action and tone was indeed surprising to people.
But he couldn't care about that now, and under his soothing, the little girl gradually stopped crying, though she continued to sob with her shoulders shaking.
"Yuran, want to go to mommy? Uncle will carry the things, and we'll go home, alright?" Silver Wolf looked at the little one in his arms, asking softly.
Yet Qing Yuran clung to his clothes, refusing to let go. Silver Wolf glanced at Qing Zhu, who looked worried, not knowing what to say.
