"Jiujiu..." Ruan Qi opened her mouth, wanting to say something. But her emotions were too overwhelming. As soon as she managed to utter a name, a thousand words got stuck in her throat.
Helplessly, she could only look at Xi Jiu through tear-filled eyes.
Xi Jiu walked over with steady steps, a bit hurriedly.
He looked at the little girl, who was crying like a tearful mess, with some pity, sighed, and bent down to wipe her tears.
"Why is Baby crying so much? You're going to turn into a little kitten."
As the man teased, he gently wiped the girl's face with his fingertips.
The next second, Ruan Qi suddenly raised her hand and grabbed his fingers.
"Baby?" Xi Jiu was taken aback.
Ruan Qi didn't speak. Instead, she lowered her head and spread Xi Jiu's hand open in front of her.
Unlike other young masters from prominent families with delicate skin, Xi Jiu's palm and fingertips had a layer of hard calluses due to years of training.
