บท 351: Performance

Due to Zhang Tie's personality, he would not deny what she said immediately; neither would he easily be screwed over by a girl. The moment Zhang Tie was going to explain it, one of the guys, who was walking towards him in tidy clothes like an elite, pointed at Zhang Tie with an angry expression.

"Nana, who's that brat? Are you hiding from me because of him?"

"This is my husband. This kind of tender, little man is my dish, so what?"

Raising her head, that girl called Nana threw a contemptuous glance at that man.

That man then fixed his eyes onto Nana and revealed a sudden smile, "I know, you must be annoying me on purpose! Why are you still so naive? How could you like some little kid?"

'F*ck! This dad doesn't talk and you take me as a waxwork in the exhibition hall?' Zhang Tie swore inside as he instantly put his arm around Nana's slim waist and hugged her into his own chest; meanwhile, he forcefully kissed her face and looked at that man in an aggressive way.