Pei Ziheng stared intently at the direction in which Yan Yi's car had disappeared, his deep, dark eyes flickering with tiny flames.
Bad uncle, dreaming of stealing his mother, in your dreams!
He suppressed the chill in his eyes, lifted his head, and a perfectly timed look of confusion and curiosity appeared on his lovely little face.
"Mommy, that uncle is actually quite nice, huh? He treats us to meals and even offers to drive us home."
Shen Mingzhu, upon hearing this, lowered her head and pinched her son's soft cheek, "Silly boy, treating you to a meal and driving you home makes someone a good person? How are you so easy to please? Remember, there's no such thing as free lunch, and no pies fall from the sky."
Pei Ziheng blinked, "What you mean is, Uncle Yan isn't a good person?"
"Whether he is good or bad, it's none of your business. Just remember, he has nothing to do with us."
"Oh."
Thank goodness, Mom isn't that naive.
Pei Ziheng quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
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