Aunt Li glanced at An Xuan, "There are children here, and you're talking nonsense. What, did he bribe you with millions? Would you really betray your sister and brother-in-law? You have no filter."
An Xuan rubbed the back of his head and looked at Wangzi, who was blinking his eyes and curiously watching him. He muttered, "Mom, I was just joking, and Wangzi is so young, what can he understand?"
"Joking? Is this how you joke? Kids are really smart these days. Do you think they are as foolish as you were when you were little?" Aunt Li rolled her eyes at An Xuan and continued feeding Wangzi the millet porridge that had been cooked to a smooth consistency.
An Xuan hung his head low. Faced with his foster mother's reprimand, he dared not say another word. At this moment, Huo Zhanting took a sip of tea and calmly put down the teacup.
