Shiyi was stunned, her eyes filled with tears as she stared at Wen Xue.

Wen Xue became even angrier, grabbed him, and slapped his buttocks!

"How many times have I told you not to stare at me like that? Can't you understand human language?!"

Finally, Shiyi broke down and burst into tears, "Waaah..."

"You still have the nerve to cry!" Wen Xue hit her even harder. "I'll teach you to cry! I'll teach you to cry!"

"What are you doing?" Wen Lijing's angry voice rang out. He stepped forward, pulled Wen Xue away, and picked up Eleven. "How old is he? How could you hit him like that? Wen Xue, are you crazy?!"

"Brother, don't worry about it. If a child is disobedient, he needs to be disciplined."

“This is not education, it is violence. As long as he has not stolen or robbed, and has not crossed the moral line, you should not lay a hand on him. You can’t raise a filial son under a beating.”

"Brother, you don't understand..."

“I don’t understand, but the Wen family has its own rules. Since you gave birth to this child, he is a member of the Wen family, and as his uncle, I have a responsibility to take care of him.” Wen Lijing looked at her. “You don’t look well. Go back to your room and rest. Leave the child to me.”

Wen Xue was unwilling, "Big brother..."

Wen Lijing's gaze suddenly turned cold. "I told you to go back to your room."

Wen Xue was startled and could only do as she was told, "Okay."

Wen Lijing sat down with Eleven in his arms. "Don't cry. Your uncle is here. He won't let Mommy hit you again."

Eleven stopped crying and sobbed pitifully, "Uncle, I want to go find Sister Wanwan..."

The face from that night suddenly flashed into Wen Lijing's mind, and without hesitation, he said, "Okay, Uncle will take you to find her."