Yin Cheng trembled and waved his hand. "Children shouldn't ask about adults' business."
Yin Xun, "…"
She had just finished discussing a collaboration with her father, but she was still being treated like a child.
Yin Xun rolled her eyes and sniffed at Yin Cheng again. She crossed her arms and asked, "You smell faintly of alcohol and perfume. Dad, you don't usually wear perfume. This perfume isn't the one my mother uses. Is there a problem with you…"
Yin Xun's eyes gradually narrowed as she looked at Yin Cheng with a threatening gaze.
"I—"
"Are you two done talking? The food is ready. It's all your favorites. Come over for dinner!" Yin Cheng was interrupted by Wu Li again.
He and Yin Xun looked at the door at the same time. The next moment, Wu Li pushed the door open and walked in, calling the two of them to eat.
