Dong Chaoyan was filled with powerful anger. Uncle Li heard the sound from below, and came up with Aunt Mei, and quickly pulled out the frightened Sitian.
"What happened? Second Young Master?" Uncle Li closed the door and Dong Chaoyan gasped, "Get out and leave me alone."
Uncle Li was startled, his face darkened, and he left silently, closing the door for him. Dong Chaoyan punched the lamp, and the study immediately fell into darkness.
Sitian was brought back to the room, and when Aunt Mei closed the door, her tears rolled down.
She was originally a child who could hold back tears. When she was abused by her father, stepmother and Li Xiaomei, she rarely shed tears in public.
But...but this time, her "brother" who doted on her so much suddenly became furious. Did everyone in the world hate her?
Even if he is nice to her, he actually hates her? For example - Brother Yan just said he wanted to chop off her hand?
"Don't cry, Tiantian, you can't touch Er Shao's things in the future, do you understand?"
Aunt Mei quickly comforted the crying Sitian.
Sitian hugged Aunt Mei tightly, "Aunt Mei, is it true... He doesn't like me, and my brother is like my father... He won't want me in the future, right?"
Aunt Mei was startled for a moment, sighed, and patted Si Tian on the back, "Be good, don't cry... It's not like that. The second young master is in a bad mood."
"Aunt Mei, do you like me? Is Tiantian annoying? Dad doesn't want me anymore...and neither does mom...Mom has never come back to see Tiantian." Sitian held on to Aunt Mei's hand tightly.
Clothes, asked anxiously like a drowning child.
Her big eyes were flashing with desolate tears, and they were full of fear.
She was also afraid that Dong Chaoyan would not want her and would send her back to her father and stepmother.
"Silly boy, you are sweet, cute and beautiful, how could I not like you?"
Aunt Mei felt sad for a while. In the past few days, she had vaguely heard others say something about Si Tian. The child's life was pitiful. No wonder the second young master would take her home.
Despite Aunt Mei's behavior, Sitian's tears still rolled down like broken pearls and wet her clothes.
For several days, Sitian could not see Dongchao Yan.
On the fifth day, we finally saw him. He was sitting on the sofa and smoking coldly. In the smoke, the young man's beautiful face was covered with a layer of haze.