The indifferent man sitting on the sofa listened to the little girl's sad sobs.
With a gloomy and cold handsome face, his sharp brows and eyes showed inexplicable annoyance, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.
He felt that with women... communicating with women was simply impossible!
So he always hated two kinds of people:
One is women, the other is children.
Women are usually unreasonable, like to argue, and are often unnecessarily troublesome.
Children are unintelligent, low in IQ, difficult to communicate with, and love to cry.
And this Little Troublemaker, by some misfortune, had both traits.
The expression on Lu Junhan's face was so dark it looked like it could drip water, as if he were on the verge of exploding at any moment.
He coldly stared at the pretty little girl with a tear-streaked face in front of him, with his eyebrows tightly furrowed.
After a long while, he leaned back on the sofa, crossing his arms, and let out a cold laugh:
