"Okay, I'll go to the puzzle with you."
Sitting on the cushion of the little girl's room, Cheng Litingyue just finished a cartoon picture, with a little sense of accomplishment. Looking to the side, she found that her son was doing a more complicated picture. She smiled and looked at her son.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a tall figure appeared in her eyes.
Gong Yexiao's breath was a little rapid. His eyes swept over Cheng Litingyue who was sitting on the ground at a glance. She had a high bun on her head and a few centimeters of gauze on her left forehead. She was really injured.
"What's going on?" Gong Yexiao came in and stared at the gauze on her forehead and asked in a deep voice.
Cheng Lanyue was shocked. Why did he come back? What's more, why did he ask about the wound as soon as he came back?
Cheng Lanyue looked at her son and glared at him with some anger. "Xiao Ze, did you call him behind my back?"