Uncle Wen sighed silently; every time the topic of mother came up, the atmosphere would turn sour.
"Mr. Ye, don't be angry. It's Mother's Day today, and it's normal for the children to miss their mom," Uncle Wen said.
Ye Sihan didn't say anything and got up to look for the children.
First, he checked the homework they needed to complete, all of which were neatly done with one hundred percent accuracy.
Although the quadruplets were only five years old, they were already studying the curriculum of primary school in advance.
Their IQs were all very high, and they didn't even need a specialized teacher; they could learn just by reading on their own.
If they really didn't understand something, they would ask Ye Sihan.
Looking at Xibao's notebook in his hand, Ye Sihan asked, "Who helped her write this? Stand up on your own."
Xibao stood up with her chubby face puffed out, "I wrote it by myself."
"Don't lie." Ye Sihan's gaze held a deterrence as he looked at her.