At night, when Ye Xiao returned home, Cen Pan told him her thoughts.
"I have a feeling there's something very wrong with the child's aunt. She seems to have a tendency to abuse the child."
"What do you think?" Ye Xiao asked Cen Pan's opinion.
He had no feelings for that child, but that child was still a child of the Ye family. No matter how heartless Ye Xiao was, he would not allow his child to be bullied outside.
Cen Pan frowned and said, "I want to investigate. If the child is really abused, I will definitely take care of it. Anyway, the Ye family is so big, so I don't mind raising another child."
Ye Xiao nodded in agreement. "Then I'll leave this matter to you."
As he spoke, his fingers clung onto Cen Pan's silky shirt. With a light tug, the red bow tie fell to the ground.
"We messed around for so long last night. You still want more?" Cen Pan widened her eyes in disbelief.
