But Little Tangguan clenched his small hand tightly, his brow furrowed, unwilling to let go.
Mo Shu grew anxious, pulled his hand over and slapped it twice, "Let go!"
Her heart couldn't bear to be harsh, Little Tangguan didn't feel any pain, instead he got angry, grabbing hair and hiding it into Yu Siqiao's lapel.
Mo Shu hurriedly grasped his hand and harshly said, "Let go or not?"
Little Tangguan was finally frightened by his mom, and burst out crying.
Mo Shu was about to take the opportunity to pull out the hair when her hand was held.
The palm was large and slightly rough, covering Mo Shu's hand back with a strange yet familiar sensation instantly passing through.
Mo Shu paused slightly, looked up, and met Yu Siqiao's gaze.
Yu Siqiao was staring at her, whispering, "Let me."
This feeling, inexplicably familiar.
Mo Shu panicked suddenly, withdrawing her hand.
He and Yu Siqiao... were too alike...
Mo Shu furrowed her brow, glancing at him again after a while.
