Han Luoli wore a tense expression, irritably kicking away the obstructive stool, and caught hold of the girl trying to escape.
"When will you stop running away when things get tough!"
The man, full of anger, took a few long strides to reach Gu Xiaoer, pulling her into his embrace.
"Um… let go!" Gu Xiaoer pushed the troublesome man away, her wounded eyes glaring at him, stepping back.
Her mind was in turmoil now; many things truly couldn't be changed just by effort.
Just like now, his grandmother despised her origins and used such harsh words to threaten Da Luoluo, what else could she do?
She really wanted to do something to gain Old Mrs. Han's approval.
But now, she didn't know what to do, only wishing for a moment's peace.
"Please let me go."
Han Luoli refused to let her leave, gripping her hand.
Gu Xiaoer turned to look at the man, her gaze landing on the large hand holding her, noticing the dark ring on his ring finger, which became glaringly obvious.
