"Nothing." Ye Che habitually pulled Xia Weiyi onto his lap, his eyes flickering for a moment before changing the subject: "Yiyi, you seem quite familiar with Tong Ruoxin?"
"Not that familiar. Just sent her to the hospital and then I left." Xia Weiyi shook her head, her expression somewhat regretful: "If Aunt Tong wasn't Alice's stepmother, it would be great, I quite like her."
Ye Che pinched Xia Weiyi's little face indulgently: "Be good, coming out to play should be joyful, don't think about so many messy things, go take a bath first, this afternoon I'll take you horse riding."
Upon hearing this, Xia Weiyi happily nodded and ran to the bathroom.
Until she closed the bathroom door, she was joyfully humming a tune, accompanied by the sound of running water.
Ye Che leaned back on the sofa, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag.
Under the lingering smoke, the depths of his eyes grew deeper and deeper.
Michelle, he is lying!
