Tao Yinzhen was rummaging through the house for silver when the door was suddenly pushed open. Little Cat stood with his back against the light, his face expressionless and sinister.
Instantly, Tao Yinzhen let out a frightened cry and the money bag in her hand fell to the ground.
Little Cat had gone very still.
Tao Yinzhen smiled shakily. "You're back?"
Little Cat walked towards her, picked up the money bag, and placed it in her hand. He said warningly, "Since Mother has such thoughts, why don't you take good care of Father?"
Ren Shuixing had been poisoned with a small dosage and was not dead yet. He was just delirious and had completely lost his ability to cause trouble.
Tao Yinzhen was shocked and angry. "I'm your mother. What kind of attitude is that!"
Little Cat stared at her slightly, as if he didn't see the fear, irritation, anger in her eyes. "Mother has to keep to the ways of a wife," he said bluntly and harshly.
