"When he came back last night, he was already burning up like this." He had worked overtime and returned very late, leaving the child to be cared for by the household staff.
"It's my fault." Hai Ling'er said apologetically, "I didn't take good care of the young master."
Whenever she had free time, she would often come over to look after little Tricky.
"..." Xia Yunsheng glanced at the overly talkative Hai Ling'er, "I don't believe I was speaking to you, was I?"
After saying that, even she herself froze for a moment.
But for some reason, Hai Ling'er seemed to have become a thorn in her heart. She couldn't act composed and indifferent.
Hai Ling'er pursed her lips, feeling wronged, and stayed silent.
Xia Yunsheng stayed in the room to comfort the child, while Hai Ling'er quietly exited, realizing this wasn't a place for her.
