Young Master Xing really looks just like Ninth Master.

However, almost everyone in the Pei family knew that the child was only brought back to resolve Pei Fengzhi's imprisonment; he was not Pei Fengzhi's biological son at all.

Is it possible that people who live together for a long time will start to look alike?

Just as the butler's thoughts were wandering off somewhere, Ye Ningwan got out of the car, took Ye Jingyu's hand, and gently tickled his palm, signaling him to maintain his persona.

Ye Ningwan knew that of her two sons, Xiao Xingxing liked Pei Fengzhi, while Ye Jingyu, for some reason, particularly disliked Pei Fengzhi, and was therefore very cold and even somewhat resentful towards him. This had already aroused Pei Fengzhi's suspicion in the car earlier, and if she hadn't been interrupted, the truth would probably have been exposed.

Fortunately, Ye Jingyu was very intelligent. Ye Ningwan's small gesture made him immediately understand her meaning. His cold expression relaxed slightly, but because he was still a child, he couldn't completely hide his dislike for Pei Fengzhi.

However, while holding Ye Ningwan's hand, Ye Jingyu still walked towards Pei Fengzhi and reached out his small hand to grasp Pei Fengzhi's well-defined hand.

A small hand holding a big hand, both hands are exquisite and beautiful, almost perfect, looking like a warm and pleasing sight.

Ye Jingyu raised his head and said to Pei Fengzhi with a rather arrogant air.

"Daddy, hold my hand."

After he finished speaking, a slight blush rose on his face, showing a mixture of reluctance and shame.