Wen Jie hesitated but still released Xixi and let her play for awhile.
Xiao Yuan entered the room with a phone and handed it to her. Wen Jie held the phone in her hand but before she could talk, the device was snatched by Ye Xicheng that was standing on the tip of his toes.
"Whoever this mister is, my grandmother is sick and is resting. If you have anything to say, you can talk to me," Ye Xicheng stated seriously in his childlike voice. Though he was still young, he roughly knew what had happened.
This mister who taught biology was as hated as his good-for-nothing father.
Wen Jie had a dazed expression, a sense of poignance washing through her.
She was being protected by her six-year-old grandson?
The person on the other side of the phone was obviously surprised to hear a young child.
This was the kid, for sure.
The kid who looked the same as Gu Juexi when he was little.
