As expected, that line still managed to silence her.
"If you don't want me to shout, then why are you covering my mouth?" she couldn't help but complain.
"If I hadn't covered your mouth, would you have stopped?" Sun Dasheng shot her a look. He then quietly walked over to Xiang Zixuan, who was sitting on the grass in a daze. He gently sat down beside her and called out her name.
She was like a little rabbit, ready to bolt at the slightest disturbance, but a large hand wrapped around her shoulders.
"Don't be scared! It's me. Uncle Sun is here."
"Uncle Sun!" She buried her head in Sun Dasheng's shoulder and burst into wretched sobs.
"There, there, good girl, don't cry. I know all about it. It's definitely Yang Xintian's fault this time. I just gave her a piece of my mind for you."
"That's right, Zi Xuan. Uncle Sun already gave me a good scolding," Yang Xintian started to say, but a glare from Sun Dasheng made her pout and fall silent.
