Holding a sword in his hands with blood flowing along the blade, two bodyguards had collapsed in a pool of blood behind An Zihao.
"Brother Zihao…"
The little loli's expression changed from disbelief to surprise and her lips twitched while her tears nearly flowed down. After releasing a crying sound, she fiercely rammed into his embrace.
"Brother Zihao, they wanted to sell me to someone. I was so afraid, wuu wuu."
Ever since she arrived in the Ji Family, she had always suppressed her emotions and only in the instant that she saw An Zihao did she allow her tears burst out. No matter how mature the little loli was, she was only a six-year-old child. How could it be possible that she wasn't afraid?
An Zihao tightly hugged the little loli and closed his eyes to conceal his heartache.
