Xiao Moli on the stage gave them a faint glance.
His steps shifted slightly to the side, pulling An Ziqi into his embrace.
An Ziqi's cheeks reddened slightly, and she glared at him—there were so many parents below the stage, and she was getting a fresh reminder of just how thick-skinned this guy could be.
Xiao Moli tightened his arm around her with a smile, offering no explanation.
Sitting below were folks who'd been through all kinds of bloody storms; each one shrewder than the last.
An Ziqi didn't understand, but they saw right away that Xiao Moli's apparent gesture of pulling An Ziqi close was actually shielding her in a blind spot out of sight.
His gaze casually swept over the floor-to-ceiling window nearby, but his face remained composed as he continued to smile.
Nuoyan had already noticed the actions of her two sons, and waved to Xiao Yining beside her, "Ningning, darling, come over to grandma."
