The cave was filled with the echoing, jagged sobs of little Duo Duo. An Mo stood there, his once perfect hair slightly disheveled, looking at the crying toddler in Su Qinglan's arms with panic and regret.
He realized he had played his "tragic uncle" role a little too convincingly. He had wanted Su Qinglan to see him as a noble, nurturing soul, but instead, he had turned the local area into a waterfall of toddler tears.
If her father finds out I made his precious pearl cry like this, I'll never hear the end of it, An Mo thought, his brow twitching.
It wasn't that Duo Duo's father could actually defeat An Mo in a fight, but the man was technically a senior in their social hierarchy.
Being lectured by a grumpy old man for three days straight was a fate worse than death.
"I... I think it's time I should take her back home," An Mo said, his voice regaining its composed, velvet tone, though his eyes were darting toward the exit.
