Yijun suppressed the urge to cry and pretended to be obedient with a nod.
He might be sensible and well-behaved, but he's only a four-year-old child.
How could he not cry with something so terrible happening to his mother?
But he's afraid that crying would cause more trouble for the adults, so he had no choice but to hold back.
Old Madam Jing stepped forward, opposing Tang Huai's words: "How could Yijun possibly sleep with you? I'm here, he'll sleep with me tonight!"
"You should go back to the main house and sleep with Grandpa." Tang Huai cast a cold glance at Old Madam Jing.
The old madam appeared, but the scorpion didn't speak, and Tang Huai knew the killer wasn't Old Madam Jing.
This old lady is unreasonable, but she probably doesn't have the guts to frame Jiajia for Yijun's custody.
"Is Yijun my great-grandson or your great-grandson?" Unable to have Yijun sleep with herself, Old Madam Jing flared up.
"Yijun is my sister's son!"
"Tang Huai, you..."
