Chapter 452 Quarrel

• Xi Zhiheng curled his fingers and stroked the woman’s nose. He then corrected her by saying, “I’m just doting on you.”
• Yan Anmo blinked and buried her face into his chest. The man continued patting her head and said, “Don’t worry, I can still afford to feed you with all the money I’ve earned all these years.”
• Under the blanket, a small hand gently pinched the man’s eight-pack abs. After a few pinches, a big hand grabbed it firmly.