The corners of Si Mingjing's eyes twitched. "Nonsense. Children shouldn't think so much."
"But when you look at Dad, there's shyness in your eyes!"
Ye Nianbai's gaze was piercing. "When you look at this Young Master, there's no blush on your face at all! My aunt says girls only blush when they see someone they like. Jingjing, you're lying to this Young Master! Your ears are all red! This is like being caught red-handed! This Young Master has been cuckolded by you and Dad!"
Ye Nianbai's words were shocking, and his eyes showed his hurt.
Shocked, Si Mingjing touched her slightly warm earlobes. Was she really blushing?
And what did 'caught red-handed' even mean?
Could a child who had just turned five not use such language?
Mo Yinhe noticed her earlobes flushing red.
"Don't talk nonsense. It's just the fever making me hot."
Si Mingjing's attempt to cover it up only made it more obvious.
A child's eyes are the purest and clearest; they can see through any disguise.
