The young Prime Minister stood there with a black face as he looked at the small figure in front of him.
He remembered that he had not locked the door when he had gone inside the room with Li Rui thinking that no one will dare to enter without permission. However, he forgot that his three-year-old son Xi Ling also lived in this courtyard.
On the other hand, Xi Ling also raised his head and looked at his father. He frowned when he saw that his father didn't have a good face.
His small bun-shaped face wrinkled more after thinking this.
Folding both of arms on his small chest, he stared at his father and said
"Father, the kind of face that you have at this time…it is something that Xi Ling should have at this moment."
Xi Ying raised his eyebrows. Seeing how his son was behaving, he confirmed that Xi Ling didn't hear or see anything that he should not have seen and felt relieved.
