He was deceived by his own delusions.

  She guessed it was her first time coming to this place and felt a bit nervous.

  He leaned down, grasped her shoulders, and looked at her with a voice that only the two of them could hear.

  "Don't be afraid, we are here to spend money, they are our gods, and they should be careful with us."

  Xiao Xiao was still nervous and looked up to see a waiter walking towards them, and instinctively turned around wanting to run.

  Fengchen Mo didn't let her escape: "Xiao Xiao, trust me, I won't let them hurt you. Lift your head, raise your chin, and loudly tell her to leave, say you dislike her."

  Shaking her head slightly, she continued to back away slowly.

  "Shh, trust me."

  In the dusty and ink-stained eyes, different gazes flickered, Xiao Xiao seemed to be under a spell, all attention focused on his pupils.

  "Now follow me and say it together. Get out of here, I hate your face."

  "You..."

  Fengchen Mo tightly grasped her hand.

  "Go away! I hate your face!"

  The server who was suddenly yelled at for no reason was stunned.

  "Wind, Wind Total, I'm here to help you arrange your position."

  Feng Chen Mo lowered his head and said softly: "Replace someone else, seeing your face is annoying."

  "Just seeing your face makes me annoyed!"

  "But..."

  The wind and dust settled, and Mo smiled: "Didn't you hear her words? Let your manager come over."

  "It's all my fault, don't call the supervisor, I'll get someone else over right away."

  The waiter rushed away.

  Fengchen Mo gave her a look, and Xiao couldn't help but smile, her eyes filled with excited light. She had never thought that she could also be respected by them, this feeling was really great.

  He didn't expect her to fully adapt in a short time, holding her icy hand in his palm, hoping to make her feel safer.

  Her heart was like a drum, she quietly lifted her head and looked at his dusty, ink-stained profile.

  Never thought that such a noble and handsome man would be so meticulous and considerate. He can even see through her little thoughts.

  Fengchenmo's palm was very thick and soft, completely different from Shaoyuan's. Shaoyuan's was hard, with scars on his fingers that had formed a callus over time. When he held it in his hand, there was a slight pain, but it made people feel complete.

  She didn't know what Shao Xuan would look like when he grew up, and whether he would be as tall as this man. Would he also be as considerate and gentle as him? Would he also help her wash her face, comb her hair, pick dishes for her, and choose clothes for her?