Ji Sifan glanced down at his own shirt front, which once pristine and white, was now not only soaked with sweat but also covered with drool and snot...
Suddenly, Ji Sifan's expression darkened further as he turned his head toward the little girl pulling faces at him not far away. His voice carried a hint of displeasure as he solemnly spoke, "Song Nianhuan, come here."
The little girl, hearing Ji Sifan call her name again, dashed behind Chu Munan and hugged his leg, hiding behind the man's back. Then she poked her head out and playfully stuck her tongue out at Ji Sifan, her voice full of youthful innocence, as she said, "I won't go over there. Uncle, you were mean to me just now, so you can't blame me for this, right, godfather?"
After saying this to Ji Sifan, the little girl also raised her head to look at Chu Munan in front of her.
Chu Munan looked down at the little girl who barely reached his waist; despite her tiny frame, she was full of mischievousness.
