"Huang Qingtian, you're shameless!" The little one's soft and tender face evaded his kiss, which was enough to dampen his spirits, but to his surprise, the little one then began scolding him.
Huang Qingtian, with a face full of gloom, replied, "Little one, how am I shameless?"
He touched his own cheek, feeling it was still presentable to the public.
Unexpectedly, the little rascal reached out and tugged at his ear.
And she was also shouting, "Flirting around and attracting bees and butterflies!"
If China's various dignitaries saw this scene, they would undoubtedly be sweating bullets for this mischievous little one.
There was no helping it, since Huang Qingtian, this savage, had recently left a destructive and overwhelming impression in the eyes of this crowd.
Now, these people were terrified of him—dead scared.
Just hearing his name was about as good as seeing a ghost.
