Xiaoze jumped off the chair, wiping the coffee stain on Yan Sijue with a napkin: "Daddy, how can you be so clumsy."
Yan Sijue took the napkin from his son, acting as if nothing happened: "Just a moment of slip."
"Well, an angel is an angel." Xiaoze sighed with a sense of duty, "I'll go comfort grandma."
Mu Yiliang couldn't help but laugh at his appearance.
As Xiaoze went upstairs, Mu Yiliang glanced at Yan Sijue, coincidentally, his eyes also landed on her, dark and unfathomable.
"What's the matter?" she pretended to be curious.
"It's nothing." He deeply suppressed that trace of unease, giving a faint smile, "I'm going to change clothes, you have a bit more to eat."
Mu Yiliang nodded obediently.
After he left, Mu Yiliang bowed her head, sipping juice through a straw.
She knew Yan Sijue had begun to suspect.
