"No, no, Ajiu only wants this one, Daddy loves Ajiu the most, Ajiu just wants this one." With that, the little girl pouted her lips and kissed the man’s cheek.
The man smiled helplessly and, in the end, still carried her into the car dealership.
When they ca out, the little girl held a car key in her hand.
"Daddy, aren’t we taking the car ho?"
"Don’t worry, an uncle will deliver the car to our house later."
"Daddy’s the best, Ajiu loves Daddy the most."
"You, huh."
Ye Jiuliang hugged her helt tightly, the corners of her frosty eyes gradually tinted with a rosy red, and her nose felt sowhat sour.
Elsewhere.
Unable to find anyone in the hospital, Li Mochan received a ssage and hurried to the Ye Family’s house with Mingchong to look for people.
Seeing the sports car in the courtyard, Li Mochan strode into the living room.
Uninvited, Ye Yu and the others were all taken aback.
"Mr. Li, Director Ming, what brings you here?" Ye Yu asked softly.
"Please, have a seat."
Li Mochan’s gaze swept across the living room without finding Ye Jiuliang’s figure, and he looked coldly at the Ye Family mbers, "Where is she?"
"Are you looking for Jiuliang? She hasn’t returned yet," said Ye Yu.
Just then, Aren coincidentally ca in from outside, "Miss Jiuliang’s car was ahead of ; she has already co back first."
At those words, everyone’s expression subtly changed.
Suddenly, a servant burst in, flustered, "Miss Jiuliang is in the garage."
At this, the expressions of the Ye Family mbers beca even more peculiar.
Li Mochan did not miss the flicker of worry that passed over Aren’s face and turned to sprint out.
Mingchong also sensed the unsettling atmosphere and hurriedly followed out.
"Master, what shall we do now?" Aren asked anxiously.
Indeed, the thing he had worried about the most happened.
Ye Family’s patriarch’s face was stern, a sharp light flashing in his tiger-like eyes.
Arriving at the garage, Li Mochan saw several servants standing timidly to one side, sheepishly looking toward the woman opposite them.
With just one glance, Li Mochan recognized that slender figure as his little wolf cub.
Striding over with his long legs, Li Mochan extended his arm and swept the person before him into his embrace.
Seeing the helt she was holding, a shade passed over Li Mochan’s eyes.
His chilly voice softened unconsciously, "What’s wrong, who bullied you?"
"Li Mochan, they smashed my motorcycle," Ye Jiuliang looked up to see him, the light red at the edges of her eyes deepening, her hoarse voice holding a hint of grievance.
"There’s nothing left, everything he left is gone."
For the first ti, he saw her rarely vulnerable side, like a bullied child, extrely aggrieved.
Li Mochan glanced at the helt she clutched and suddenly rembered the motorcycle her father had given her, which she ntioned to him in passing.
Without a doubt, the order to smash her motorcycle must have co from the Ye family’s patriarch.
Li Mochan’s dark eyes narrowed, fury swelling within him.
He lifted his hand to cradle her small face, his fingertips caressing the reddened corners of her eyes, coaxing softly, "Be good, don’t cry, it won’t all be gone, I promise you that."
"It’s already gone, the stickers on the helt are gone, the stickers we put on together are all gone," her clear eyes t his, her voice choked.
Seeing the slight redness in her eyes, Li Mochan’s entire presence went cold, wishing he could slaughter everyone present.
He let go of her and ran into the pile of rubble to look for the stickers she ntioned.
Mingchong also started searching, not caring what the stickers looked like, his only thought to prevent Ye Jiuliang from being upset.
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