"You're not allowed to touch my ears," Wen Xiao'ai immediately covered her ears, looking at the advancing hand in white with a frightened gaze.
From within the surveillance room, Jun Moyan's pupils suddenly contracted as he watched Wen Xiao'ai's reaction on screen.
Images flashed through his mind of Xiaoguai being held by the ear, completely immobilized.
"Then I won't touch. Will you put it on yourself?"
The man in white put the earrings back in the box and handed it over to her.
"I don't want this thing."
"Then shall I give you something else?"
"No."
"What do you want, then?"
"I don't want anything, I want Jun Moyan."
"Pfft..." The man in white nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Qing Yi, who had been standing behind Wen Xiao'ai's chair all along, felt a stir in his heart.
This little girl really dares to say anything.
He thought if she really wasn't a bad person, such an innocent little girl, then the third young master really struck it lucky.