The warmth that Cen Pan gave him came from her palm. Feeling her gentle and firm gaze, Kitten Ye took a deep breath and his soft voice sounded in the crowd.
"It was my aunt."
Due to his timidity, Ye Xiaotian's voice was very soft, but there were already people in the crowd who heard it.
Ye Xiaotian's gaze became firmer as he pointed at Li Huazhen. "Auntie was the one who beat me up."
The crisp voice of a child rang through the crowd, causing an uproar.
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Li Huazhen, who was drowned in the scolding of the people around her, instantly felt embarrassed and angry. She glared at Cen Pan with a sinister expression. "It's you. You must have taught him to say that."
"Not only do you want to steal the child that I raised painstakingly, but you even taught this child to lie. Why are you so vicious?"
"Don't cry, Huazhen. I'm here. I'll help you get the baby back."
