Mu Qian's father reached out and patted him on the head, giving him a warning look. The little guy immediately quieted down. Wen Jiaren thought, this man must be a very disciplined father. Otherwise, he wouldn't have such authority in front of the little troublemaker.
Then a deep and mellow voice of a man sounded, "Sorry, the child is naughty and ignorant."
While speaking, Mu Qian's gaze subtly assessed her. Her diving equipment was wrapped very tightly. From the exposed neck and arms, there were no scars. Her injuries had healed faster than he expected.
Wen Jiaren didn't notice him assessing her. She thought the man's voice was very pleasant, like a cup of rich and flavorful fine wine, or a classic old song that one could indulge in and savor.
But... why does it feel a bit familiar, as if I've heard it somewhere?
