"Ah?" Little Chengliang's clear eyes stared at Lian Xinying's face, waiting for her to speak.
"Uncle Yan Ye, he isn't actually your uncle," Lian Xinying enunciated slowly, giving Little Cheng time to digest the information.
Little Cheng exclaimed in surprise again and naively said, "Baby won't call him uncle anymore, will call him Yan Ye... Mommy, I remember it all!"
Lian Xinying looked at the self-proclaimed clever little fellow, not knowing whether to laugh or to cry.
"Little Cheng..." Lian Xinying was about to continue explaining to her son when suddenly, the conference room door burst open.
A stream of white-shirted elites filed out.
Little Cheng was so scared that he buried his head into Lian Xinying's neck.
Seeing the group of elites who wanted to catch a glimpse of the boss's son, they all left with a resigned sigh.
Only when the hallway quieted down did Little Cheng lift his flushed face.
At first glance, seeing Yan Ye, he blurted out, "Yan Ye."
