Just as these two men, one was about to take the drunken Ji Ying away, the other pulling Ji Ranran, and ready to pick up the little boy sitting on the bar stool, the little boy suddenly spoke: "Don't touch me!"
It wasn't very loud, and his voice still had a childish lilt to it, but his tone was exceptionally sharp, completely unlike something a child his age could come up with.
The man who had just walked over froze, and the people nearby who were watching the commotion also turned to look at the child.
He was a very beautiful little boy, like a porcelain doll crafted with care, with chubby cheeks and skin as white and glossy as jade, his eyes were very bright and black, like stars in the night sky, dazzling enough that people couldn't look away.
If it weren't for the tightly furrowed brows making him seem a little unapproachable, everyone in the bar would probably have gone over to pinch his little cheeks.
