"Mr. Yan, did you not sleep well last night?"
Seeing Ye Que with his head down, not knowing what he was doing, Chi Zaozao asked.
Upon hearing her voice, Ye Que hurriedly wiped away the tears spilling from his eyes, avoiding Chi Zaozao's gaze, and held the child in his arms again.
Chi Zaozao couldn't have missed his strange behavior, but she couldn't expose him, so she pretended not to see anything and sat down beside him.
"Mr. Yan, sitting at home like this all the time is not good. You need to go out more often."
Chi Zaozao reached out to hold the child, speaking softly to him, "Besides, your leg is inconvenient, and you should exercise more. Let's take a walk to the back garden?"
Ye Que looked at her, his face still expressionless.
He didn't want Chi Zaozao to be nice to him because he wasn't Ye Que, he was an outsider.
He really didn't want Chi Zaozao to be nice to any man other than himself, but he couldn't stop it.
