Even Xiao Tonghao and Yun Kezhi, who had just walked in, were stunned, thinking Xia Zhisu was talking about Yun Kezhi.
The little boy saw the disgust on Mommy's face directed at him, and Xia Zhisu roared, "Ye Luo, didn't I say it before! He's not allowed in here!"
Ye Luo hurried over and picked up the little boy, "Young Madam, it's the young master who picked the roses and insisted on bringing them to you!"
The little boy standing on the ground had his once-smiling face frozen.
He had fallen so hard just now that he wanted to cry from the pain, but the tears wouldn't come.
His small hand gripped the rose, and the thorns on the stem pricked his palm, drawing red blood.
"Take him away!! Quickly take him away!!" Xia Zhisu suddenly shouted, losing control.
The little boy's body trembled slightly, and seeing his mommy's terrified shout, he suddenly felt that he had done something to upset her!
"Zhisu! He's your son!" Gu Xiaomo exclaimed in astonishment.
