Yang Peijun was just a spiteful person. Whether she had ulterior motives or not, he simply disliked her.
Yang Peijun walked over and took the child from Lu Hailing's hands, continuing mockingly, "Miss Lu seems quite idle, doesn't she? Wonder if the Dalu Family's aunt has had her dinner? Is there anyone cooking at home? A girl who slips into someone else's house right after work—there really aren't many like you, Miss Lu. You're quite the special one!"
Lu Hailing's face flushed red, and she became flustered. Upon closer inspection, one could see the tears forming in her eyes as she hurriedly explained, "It's nothing like that. Today, a coworker gave me some maltose, and since my mom and I don't eat it, I brought it over for the aunt. Seeing Lele was fun, I forgot about the time. It's because her clothes got wet; I asked her to go change, and I held Lele for her in the meantime."
Her words were urgent, and she cast a desperate look in the direction of Shen Yiguang.
