Su Ling was shocked again, "Why is it because of your father? Did he mention me at home?"

Hao Hao shook his head like a rattle, "No, dad dragged you away in the mall that day, and your hand hurt. Are you angry with me? Does your little hand still hurt?"

As he spoke, he wanted to touch Su Ling's hand, but he had different concepts of men and women in his consciousness. After a long pause, he raised Su Ling's little hand and blew on it with his small mouth ...