After Yan Ye picked up the paper from the table, Lian Xinying's gaze immediately shifted to it.
Soon Xiaocheng's gaze also followed suit.
"Where did you get this kind of paper?" Yan Ye asked Xiaocheng while holding the paper, walking up to him, "Who gave you the scissors?"
It seemed to be some sort of form from the hospital, but his son had cut it into pieces.
Lian Xinying took a careful look at the paper in Yan Ye's hand… and her heart nearly leaped out of her chest in fright!
Damn, wasn't that her lab report?
"I... I found the paper on the ground... Zuanzuan gave me the scissors…" Xiaocheng's cheeks flushed a bit as he faced his father's questioning, "Scissors are so fun! Daddy, buy me small scissors, okay?"
"No way!" Yan Ye decisively refused his son, then turned to Lian Xinying, "How could there be a laboratory report in our son's room? Lian Xinying, you'd better give me a proper explanation!"
Yan Ye's gaze shifted onto Lian Xinying.
