Mr. An looked at his daughter, who was clinging to Ye Jian's body, but Ye Jian was still letting her do whatever she wanted. Mr. An couldn't help but touch his forehead.
The short-haired girl who was held by his daughter was definitely Ye Jian. Only that child could tolerate Jiaxin's bad temper.
He turned around and said to Li Qian's father, "This child has a good temper. Look at that girl of mine. She's clinging to Ye Jian. As her father, I can't stand it. However, Ye Jian can tolerate it. Her temper is very good."
Li Qian, who was accompanying her parents, smiled and said, "Uncle An, you're right. Our Ye Jian has a really good temper. No matter what we do wrong, she won't be angry. She'll tell us what we did wrong and why we need to change. She's the person with the best temper I've ever seen."
