Song Baiyan finished his call and was currently sitting behind the desk sipping tea.
The child followed her to the desk.
Tang Li noticed that at the spot near the window in the study, there was a walnut wood console table.
On the console table were several pots of red maple leaves.
A pair of cotton gloves rested beside the shears for trimming the potted plants.
They were the same gloves Song Baiyan had taken off at the Xia Family's home.
"What did you do at the Xia Family's?" Setting his teacup back onto the desk, Song Baiyan asked.
He was questioning Song Jingtian.
The child's eyes wandered, touching on minor details in response: "Just... I saw someone going into Xia Lang... their son's room, and I heard screams, so I got worried and went to check."
After answering, he discreetly nudged Tang Li, reminding her—it's your turn!
Tang Li: "..."
Song Baiyan looked up, his deep gaze focusing on Song Jingtian: "Did you say anything inappropriate?"