The atmosphere in the kitchen suddenly tinged with an air of tension.
Jiang Baobao could tell at a glance that the person in front of her was in a bad mood, and not wanting Yanbao to be affected, she quickly rubbed the little guy's head.
"Yanbao, go upstairs first, be good," Jiang Baobao smiled at him, signaling that she was okay.
Yanbao pursed his lips, hesitated for two seconds, then obediently left the kitchen, but couldn't help looking back frequently.
It's over!
Daddy seemed to be angry...
Could it be that he was going to argue with mommy again?
Yanbao stood on the staircase, unable to resist the urge to eavesdrop.
Uncle Zheng, however, came over.
He glanced at the direction of the kitchen, smiled at Yanbao, and said, "Young master, let me take you back to your room."
Seeing this, Yanbao could only nod silently, reluctantly returning to his room.
In the kitchen—
Li Beijue exuded a chilling aura all over his body.