...

Ye Ningwan turned around, swiped her card, and entered the room.

As soon as the door closed, a small body rushed into Ye Ningwan's arms and hugged her tightly.

"Waaaaah... Mommy... It's so scary... Waaaaah—"

A pitiful cry rang in her ears. Little Star clung tightly to Ye Ningwan like a koala, her little face covered in tears and snot, crying pitifully.

Ye Ningwan tapped Little Star's head, feeling both annoyed and amused.

"You still have the nerve to cry? Weren't you just being kind and offering to help them?"

Little Star was still crying, burying her head even deeper into Ye Ningwan's arms.

Ye Ningwan pulled Xiaoxing's face out, and Ye Jingyu wrung out the towel he handed over and wiped his face.

Little Star let out a huge hiccup and stretched out her soft little arms, sobbing.

"Mommy, it hurts..."

Ye Ningwan looked down and saw a bluish-purple pinch mark on Xiaoxing's snow-white arm. Because the little guy's skin was so white, it looked even more shocking at this moment.

Ye Ningwan's gaze darkened, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in her eyes before quickly disappearing back into them.

She reached out and touched Little Star's head, whispering.

"Stars, not everyone in this world is a good person, nor does everyone deserve help."

"Mommy is so proud of your kindness, but I also hope that your kindness can have a few more edges."

Little Star, hiccuping from crying, nodded his little head.

He was very smart, just as smart as Ye Jingyu, so he could naturally understand what Ye Ningwan meant.

"Um."

Ye Jingyu suddenly spoke up at this moment.

"It's okay if Little Star stays like this. I will grow up, I will become very strong, and I will always protect Little Star!"

Looking down at Ye Jingyu's raised face, her delicate, porcelain-doll-like face was full of determination and resolve.

She laughed.

But then, at that inopportune moment, the phone rang.

The note on the screen reads "Jiang Yinglin".

Ye Ningwan didn't want to be disturbed, so she pressed the button directly.

She finally answered the phone impatiently after it rang seven or eight times, speaking in a rather irritable tone.

"Jiang Yinglin, are you sick in the head...?"

But the next second, upon hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, Ye Ningwan was stunned.