Outside the villa, Mu Yan was walking with Jiang Jingheng, looking at the field of sunflowers outside. The golden color was like the sun, and the gloom in her heart dissipated a lot.
"If you're not happy, we can go back to the hotel right now," the man beside her suddenly said.
Mu Yan looked at him in surprise, "I'm not unhappy."
"But you just cried," Jiang Jingheng frowned.
If it weren't for these so-called family members, she wouldn't be in a bad mood.
Mu Yan grabbed his arm and said softly with her head down, "Then I won't cry next time."
Seeing her obedient look, Jiang Jingheng's expression softened instantly.
He raised his hand to stroke her cheek and said gently, "Good girl."
Mu Yan looked at his light brown eyes and said unhappily, "You're only four years older than me, why do you always talk to me like I'm a child?"
Jiang Jingheng said with exaggerated seriousness, "There's a generation gap of three years. How can I not pamper you like a child?"
