The usually irritable old man shut up, and Song Qingwan felt exceedingly guilty. These two couldn't be relied on at all.
No one could stop the little girl from clinging to the trash can, wailing her heart out.
Her cries were like a kitten's, soft and weak, not loud, yet they broke everyone's heart.
"Enough! Shut up for me!"
After an unknown amount of time, the indifferent man sitting on the sofa finally couldn't bear it any longer, and spoke coldly: "Try crying again!"
The man's exquisite eyebrows and eyes were filled with intense irritation and coldness, and his terrifyingly indifferent expression would definitely scare anyone speechless.
If it weren't for the fact that he was the one who threw the candy into the trash can, he might have thrown the person out as soon as she started crying.
No one expected that after ten minutes, this little one wouldn't even show the slightest intention of stopping.
