A moment later, he finally moved his arm away and opened his eyes, meeting Jiang Yi's beautiful gaze.
Jiang Yi was bent over, looking at him in front of the cabinet door.
Hu Mingchen also tilted his chin up, looking at Jiang Yi.
One big and one small, they just stared at each other like that.
Perhaps sensing the impending disaster, Hu Mingchen didn't show any arrogance this time; instead, he obediently called out, "Sister."
This call of "Sister" filled Jiang Yi's heart with mixed emotions.
If it were in the past, she probably wouldn't even have wanted to look at this child.
But now, knowing the child's true identity, she no longer found him unlikeable.
This was, after all, a child without a trace of blood relation to Ji Meishu and Zhao Li.
Just someone whose birth mother was killed when he was young, becoming a tool used by enemies.
Truly pitiful.
"Hmm."
Jiang Yi softly responded and said to him, "It's dark inside. Come out, and sister will take you to play."
