C45 Perverted Control Fanaticism

"Mom, don't be angry. Little An can do it." A soft hand grabbed Han Xin's pinky, extinguishing Han Xin's milky voice on the stove. Little An's crystal clear eyes looked like two crystals.

"But …" But this was a new environment for Little An. If they were going to a school every day that almost everyone knew, then Han An didn't need to follow