As Wen Zao spoke, he grabbed Little Xixi's tiny hand and playfully made her hit him.
But Little Xixi clenched her small fists, snuggling into his arms like a little kitten. Her voice, tinged with grievance and trembling, said, "Daddy said… you were beaten to death by those bad people. I was scared… scared I'd never see you again."
Hiding by the door, Xia Weiyi shot a fierce glare at Ye Che: It's all your fault, saying such nonsense. Look! You scared our daughter into crying.
Ye Che looked utterly innocent: Yiyi, just now, you were the one shouting 'Wen Zao is dead'—
Xia Weiyi twisted Ye Che's strong chest muscle hard.
Ye Che immediately surrendered with both hands raised: Okay, okay, it was me, it was me!
Then, he half-dragged, half-pulled Xia Weiyi away from the doorway of Wen Zao's bedroom.
Little Xixi buried her small head into Wen Zao's chest, clutching his arms tightly, as if letting go would make her big brother disappear.
