Li Changxiao had just finished seeing off the departing guests, his expression serious and worried. "What happened?"
"Something's been off since just now, she seems to have been crying. Could it have something to do with that child who just came back?" Mrs. Li held her husband's hand tightly. "Should we go up and take a look?"
At this moment, Li Buyan was lying on the bed, her small face buried in the pillow, her mood beyond what could be described as sad.
Li Xingle might have never liked her. He must have known their identities and their relationship for a long time. That's why he acted that way, especially last night—it was all a trap, all intentional!
"Yanyan, open the door. Daddy and Mommy want to check on you," Mrs. Li called out anxiously and worriedly from outside.
Li Buyan turned a deaf ear. She felt like she was trapped in a cage, no matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free.
And that cage was called Li Xingle!
