Ye Qichen felt aggrieved. He wanted to cry, but he gritted his teeth and endured it. He stubbornly refused to cry in front of his sister.
Qiao Nian watched as the little guy lowered his head and stopped eating. He didn't cry, but she could tell that he was depressed. She felt helpless and amused. She asked the little guy softly when Ye Lan couldn't coax him, "Do you really want to live with me? I may not have time to play with you."
Ye Qichen suddenly raised his head. His eyes were still red, but their shape was beautiful. He had perfectly inherited the deep contours of the Ye family. His skin was fair and tender, and he was extremely cute. "… I can take care of myself!"
"You're only five. Are you sure you can take care of yourself?"
