Whose Son Am I?

"Madam Yi, I'm sorry…"

It was embarrassing for Sisi to call Su Yanyun.

"Well, I lost the recording pen."

"Lost it?" Su Yanyun's heart tightened. "How did you lose it?"

She didn't doubt Sisi's loyalty, but she was worried about the severity of the whole matter.

Sisi clearly didn't know where to start.

She hesitated for a long time before saying resentfully, "Third Young Master snatched it away."

"Jinghui? Why did he snatch your things?" Hearing that the thing was in Jinghui's hand, Su Yanyun's first reaction was to heave a sigh of relief. "It's okay, he won't stand on the second branch's side."

"He thought that I was his father's mistress and that I was plotting something, so he snatched the pen away." Her tone was a little angry.

No, it shouldn't be called snatching, but stealing.

In the end, she was the one who got the recording pen, but he got it secretly.