Although Third Young Master Ye stood up, one of his hands was still holding Tang Zhixi's small hand. It was clear that he had no intention of letting go.
Zhao Yueru's body shrank and she secretly sighed. She had always been afraid of this cousin of hers. At this moment, seeing Ye Lanchen like this, she did not dare to say anything else.
"Uncle." The little girl beside Zhao Yueru suddenly walked over and tugged at the corner of Ye Lanchen's clothes.
The little girl might have felt that Third Young Master Ye was quite gentle towards Tang Zhixi, so she also went over.
Since Uncle liked children, he would definitely like her more. After all, they were relatives.
Seeing her daughter go over and tug at the corner of Ye Lanchen's clothes, Zhao Yueru was stunned. She was a little worried that Ye Lanchen would yell at her daughter.
She originally wanted to pull her daughter back, but on second thought, she stopped.
