217 You're Really Pretty
"Be good. You don't need to openly take care of her," Mo Lian quietly muttered next to Qiao Mu's ears while embracing her.
He nodded at Qiao Mu's parents very naturally before carrying the child and walking away.
Qiao Zhongbang and Wei Ziqin did not react until a while later.
That youth, who had an extraordinary bearing and peerlessly handsome looks, was…
He actually carried away their daughter without a word in front of them!
Based on his familiar and natural movements, it must not be the first time!
As Wen Ruwan knelt in front of Wei Ziqin, she felt stymied and humiliated. But all her negative emotions fled the second she met the child's chilling gaze.
All that remained was cold fear that encompassed her heart.
What a pair of frightening and aloof eyes.
The child laid against Crown Prince Mo's shoulders. Her pitch-black eyes were like an eerie spring deep in the earth, so icy that it did not seem alive.
[You will die!!!]
Out of nowhere, a cold and magnetic voice exploded in Wen Ruwan's head, sending her figure swaying.
Eyes wide open in shock, Wen Ruwan felt her sight darken as she suddenly fainted and fell onto the ground.
"Uncle, Auntie, hello." Duan Yue went up and greeted Qiao Zhongbang and the others with a grin. "I'm Qiaoqiao's good friend, Duan Yue. You can call me Ah-Yue."
Wei Ziqin and the others all nodded with a smile when confronted with this handsome youth's passionate greeting.
Even Qiao Zhongbang stopped walking toward Wen Ruwan to move her and chatted with the youth.
Duan Yue acted as though he had been familiar with them for years and said, "Although I don't know who that woman is, Xiao Qiaoqiao would not fly into such a rage for no reason based on my understanding of Xiao Qiaoqiao. I think there must be a reason behind it, what do you think?"
Wei Ziqin immediately nodded. Although she also felt like her daughter's rage came strangely and suddenly, she believed in her daughter.
Her child had been responsible since she was young and was always thinking about the family. She was polite and aloof even to a beggar.
So why did she treat Wen Ruwan so…?
Qiao Zhongbang smacked his lips and met his brother's eyes. Now, he did not know whether he should move the fallen Wen Ruwan.
"I'll go check on our daughter." Wei Ziqin hastily left.
After Crown Prince Mo carried darling Qiao Mu back to her room, he naturally sat down next to the window with her.
He placed the child on his lap and stared at her expressionless little face.
She did not speak, so he kept her company silently.
After some unknown amount of time passed, the child shifted. She lowered her head and said in low spirits, "You… why did you befriend me? I'm a cold, heartless, and capricious person."
"Nonsense." Crown Prince Mo reached out to hold her face. "Hey, look at me."
The little stoic kept her face icy and glared at him for a moment, but her heart warmed.
Mo Lian quietly asked with a faint smile, "What do you see?"
"You're really pretty. You are one of the best looking people I've ever seen," the child answered seriously.
Mo Lian: …
Why did he feel both amused and exasperated?
'Also, what's up with the "one of"? Who's the second and third? Is it Duan Yue?!'
He decided to hold her higher and leaned his forehead against her forehead. He quietly chuckled. "Not that. I'm asking whether you can see anything from my eyes."
"Your eyes?" The stoic child nodded. "Prettier. They are better looking than Duan Yue's."
Mo Lian: …
Fine, he should be happy that he was very good looking in this little fellow's eyes.
Huifeng, who was hidden in some covert place, could not resist holding his forehead. 'How could His Highness the Crown Prince and the child's conversation be so comical…'
