The little boy was very sad. His shoulders twitched nonstop and his tears kept flowing down his face.
Housekeeper Sun didn't dare to say anything. She was ready for the storm that was to come.
The atmosphere sank. Other than Qiao Chengfan's quiet sobbing, the room was silent.
Housekeeper Sun glanced at Qiao Sinian secretly, and sure enough, Master Qiao's facial expression didn't look good.
However, Qiao Sinian didn't say anything. He got up to leave.
The sound of leather shoes on the wooden stairs quickly became inaudible.
As soon as Qiao Sinian left, housekeeper Sun bent down and wiped the little boy's face. "Young master, don't say these things in the future. Master Qiao will get upset."
"Housekeeper Sun, housekeeper Sun, am I adopted?" Qiao Chengfan asked as he grasped at her arm pitifully.
"Young Master, you're not. Please don't ask that."
Housekeeper Sun didn't dare say much more. She didn't know anything either.
