After hanging up the phone, Xiao Sichen walked towards Ye Ranran and said calmly, "She's outside, I'll go deal with it."
Ye Ranran looked at him and nodded, "Okay."
Xiao Sichen, afraid she might misunderstand, walked over, hugged her shoulders, and gently kissed her forehead, "I am yours."
After speaking, he left before Ye Ranran had a chance to react.
"Mommy, what is Uncle Xiao doing outside?" Ye Xinglan held a glass of juice, smiling elegantly.
"He must be handling some work," Ye Ranran lied, a smile on her face.
Ye Xinglan then leaned in close and sniffed around Ye Ranran, chuckling, "But I smell sourness."
Ye Ranran frowned and turned her head, seeing several nasty kids talking about sourness.
Little devils!
At the villa's gate, Tang Siqi stood under the street lamp, still holding that bouquet of lilies.
Xiao Sichen, with one hand in his pocket, replied indifferently, "I think I made myself very clear."