Hu Liena turned her head and saw Jiang Lan burying his face in the hollow of her neck, exposing only a pair of watery, timid eyes as he glanced at Yan. He looked exactly like a little dumpling who had suffered some enormous grievance.
It immediately stirred Hu Liena's maternal instincts. She truly could not stand seeing Jiang Lan look at her with such a wronged expression.
Hu Liena's brows instantly furrowed. She turned and glared at Yan. "Yan, why are you being so fierce with an eight-year-old? If you scare him again, you can go back by yourself tonight."
"I wasn't fierce with him! I didn't say anything!" Yan was so anxious he nearly jumped on the spot. Even the hand pointing at Jiang Lan was trembling. "Nana, he's pretending! You didn't see it just now—he even stuck his tongue out at me!"
"What could an eight-year-old possibly be pretending at?" Hu Liena gently rocked Jiang Lan in her arms, her voice unconsciously softening. "Be good. Ignore him. Big Sister's holding you."
"Mm." Jiang Lan nestled in Hu Liena's arms and buried his face even deeper, looking thoroughly protected.
Doro stood on the ground and silently covered its mouth with its two little paws, stopping itself from laughing out loud.
It knew Jiang Lan far too well. This was not fear at all; he had clearly maxed out his green-tea skills and become a little drama king.
"I... I..." Yan's face turned bright red, like a volcano on the verge of erupting, yet he had nowhere to vent.
He had never suffered this kind of indignity in his life. But the one facing him was a little brat who only came up to his thigh, and Hu Liena was protecting him. What could he do?
Jiang Lan said pitifully,