Knowing he was watching her, Yun Qiluo didn't look at him at all.
She walked straight toward the stairs without glancing sideways.
Yan Yan saw that she was still sulking and couldn't help but let his gaze darken.
This little thing had truly been spoiled by him; she dared to ignore him now.
He called her, "Yun Qiluo!"
The young girl paused for a moment, but didn't turn her head.
She snorted proudly, and her steps even quickened.
Wang Ma behind them was looking bewildered, glancing back and forth between Yan Yan and Yun Qiluo.
For the first time, a deep sense of helplessness arose within Yan Yan.
He unconsciously softened his voice, "Stop it and come sit down."
Yun Qiluo finally stopped, looking at him from afar, but didn't move.
The man patted the seat beside him, "Come here, I'll put on the parenting channel for you."
The young girl's eyes flickered, looking at the TV and then back at him.
As if hesitating.
