She lowered her gaze indifferently; any sadness, any grief, any anger was gone now, as if she were merely facing a stranger.
Perhaps, they were just strangers connected by blood.
"Honey, you worked hard."
Lan Xin Ai hugged Xi Yemo's waist and looked up at him with her small face.
Mr. Xi looked at her little face and picked her up: "Then I should get a reward."
"No way." The little woman's face turned red; thinking about last night's madness, she was still sore all over.
"What are you thinking about?"
Xi Yemo glanced at her casually.
"I…" Lan Xin Ai opened her mouth but couldn't continue; Mr. Xi didn't say what reward he wanted, so she couldn't fall into his trap.
"Are you thinking about that?"
Xi Yemo watched the little woman's expression carefully.
"Which one?" Lan Xin Ai saw him smiling at her knowingly and pretended not to understand his meaning.
"The one you were thinking about."
"Which one did I think of?" She would never admit it.
"The one that happens next."
