'I wasn't scared to begin with!' Our dear Qiao Mu inwardly thought, her small hands clenching firmly together.
His gentle fingers suddenly separated her hands and held one, caressing it in his palm.
Qiao Mu slightly lifted her head to glance at him. Her small hand reflexively squirmed in his palm, but this action ended up with him gripping it even more tightly.
"Greetings to the young master." The elderly shopkeeper regained his senses and hurriedly bowed in salutation. The old man was already scared into a body of cold sweat. He didn't expect such a small problem to alarm the young master.
"Old Han, what happened just now?" The crown prince held the little girl's hand and slightly lifted his sleeve to indicate the elderly shopkeeper forego the formalities and speak.
