This sentence made everyone laugh uncontrollably.
Xiaocheng quietly held his small bowl in the corner of the living room, looking unhappy.
He was neglected.
Everyone was joking and talking, all about his sister, with no one paying attention to him.
"Yan Ye, put your daughter to bed. Let Xiaocheng see his sister too." Lian Xinying tugged on Yan Ye's arm and discussed, "With so many guests at home today, as the head of the family, you should dine with everyone."
Lian Xinying felt this situation wasn't good.
Yan Ye's eyes were only on his daughter.
The smile on Yan Ye's lips didn't stop because of Lian Xinying's words.
"Yeah, that might be good. My son seems a bit resentful… But after I put my daughter to bed, you should keep an eye on him. Otherwise, the son might mess around." Yan Ye worried that Xiaocheng would treat Xixi as a toy, toying with her carelessly.
Xixi is still so frail and needs protection.
