Cheng Yanzhi said, "A little."
He and Xia Yunsheng were alike, both having sharp intuition.
There was indeed something strange about Cheng Qingyan.
His words were contradictory, and his logic seemed off.
But they didn't think much about it—after all, Cheng Qingyan couldn't stir up much trouble now.
Xia Yunsheng and Cheng Yanzhi brought the child home, and as soon as they got out of the car, Cheng Yanzhi's voice grew rougher: "Xia Yunsheng!"
He practically shouted.
"What's wrong?" Xia Yunsheng was startled by him.
She hadn't provoked him, had she?
Cheng Yanzhi snapped angrily, "Your son peed on me!"
"..." Xia Yunsheng looked at the commanding officer, who was holding the naughty little rascal, his face dark and terrifying.
Xia Yunsheng and the nearby servants couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this.
"Still laughing!" Cheng Yanzhi gave her an irritated glare and stormed into the house.
Xia Yunsheng had to stifle her laughter and followed him inside.
