Chi Jiao picked up the fruit knife from the ground. She twirled it in her hand before placing it on the fruit tray on the table.
Recalling Chi Ze's pale face from the fright earlier, she wanted to laugh.
However, she had just discovered a problem.
She hadn't looked at Chi Ze's face much previously, so she didn't notice that he didn't look like the Chi family at all.
But he didn't look like Zhu Limin, either.
Could it be that this little fellow wasn't her father's biological son at all?
The seed of doubt took root in her heart, and a dark glint flashed across Chi Jiao's eyes.
She would have to investigate this matter thoroughly.
She couldn't let her father support another man's son.
With that thought in mind, Chi Jiao yawned lazily and climbed into bed.
The night gradually turned tranquil.
