Mu Qian swirled the red wine in his hand, took a small sip, then picked up a piece of meat to place in front of the little baby's mouth. The little one mechanically opened his mouth, his black and white eyes never leaving Wen Jiaren.
"Wen Laibao."
Ye Yiqian and Zhao Meihui turned pale with anger.
Jiaren swept off the innocent look from her face, regaining her poised indifference, and pointing condescendingly at Ye Yiqian's cream-covered chest, "Miss Ye, do you plan to sit on the ground and refuse to get up?"
Ye Yiqian's face changed, and she immediately stood up, pulling up the tearful Zhao Meihui with her.
At this moment, an angry voice rang out, "Meihui, what are you dazed about? Go freshen up now!"
Upon seeing the newcomer, Zhao Meihui's tears immediately began to flow, "Dad..."
Zhao Junsheng demanded again in a low voice, "Go now."
