Ye Liyan took Xinyan and He Jinxuan upstairs and downstairs to have a look.
Little Siyan came up and took Xinyan's hand: "Aunt Xinyan, which room do you like?"
Xinyan smiled at him: "Why do you ask?"
Little Siyan looked up: "Whichever room you like, we'll keep it for you."
He Jinxuan was unhappy hearing his nephew's words: "Little Siyan, there's no need to keep a room here for Aunt Xinyan."
Little Siyan was puzzled: "Why? Aren't we family? Why isn't there a room for Aunt Xinyan?"
He Jinxuan glared at Ye Liyan, who was watching the fun, and looked at his nephew with a heavy heart: "Why don't you ask which room your uncle likes?"
Little Siyan furrowed his little brow: "Uncle, don't you like Aunt Xinyan anymore?"
He Jinxuan felt his liver ache hearing such an absurd question, feeling he cared for him in vain. How could he harm his uncle like this: "Why do you ask that way?"
