Yan Yan: "..."
In front of others, the man who always kept a calm and deep composure couldn't help but twitch his brow.
How was he supposed to explain to her that the Santa Claus that day was fake?
He wanted to pry open this little one's mind to see what was inside that made her still believe in Santa Claus.
Yun Qiluo thought of something again, "Beautiful Woman, do you think Santa Claus came to steal something that night?" She looked worried, "Let's hurry back and see if anything's missing!"
Yan Yan: "..."
With a deeper face, he held down the restless young girl in his arms and said, "Nothing was stolen."
Yun Qiluo looked unconvinced, "How do you know?"
Yan Yan: "... Wang Ma checked."
"That's good," she finally believed, let out a big sigh of relief, and hoped, "I hope to receive Santa's gift again next year."
The man subtly lowered his phoenix eyes and glanced at her.
Responding lazily, "There will be a gift next year."
