Sitian blinked and said nothing. She just kept touching her here and there excitedly. She was dirty, but Dong Chaoyan didn't dislike her at all and hugged her tightly.
The young master brought back an eight-year-old child, which shocked everyone in the family.
When his father Dong Tangyu and his unrelated mother rushed back, Dong Chaoyan was sitting on the sofa. Looking at Xiao Sitian who had been washed and put on a cute princess dress, Dong Tangyu almost fainted.
"Ayan, what's going on?"
Dong Tangyu's face turned the color of pig liver with anger, and Dong Chaoyan laughed softly. Dong's mother quickly came over and glanced at the timid Sitian, "Ayan, stop making trouble, you are not capable of adopting a child.
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"Dad, Mom, I can keep this child if I like. Anyway, the law is not very clear now. Just treat her as being fostered in our home, not adopted. Xiaotiantian's father doesn't care, so why do you care?"
Dong Chaoyan looked indifferent.
Dong Tangyu darkened his face on the spot and smiled coldly. He always had a warm smile, but when he came home and faced the son born by his mistress, he was so angry that his heart almost burst.
"Forget it, A-yan can do whatever he wants. He's not bad, so it's okay for this kid to stay." Dong's mother quickly spoke for A-yan.
"Look at you! You're worthless. He's obviously the mistress's son, but you still help him!" Dong Tangyu flicked his sleeves and strode upstairs.
Dong's mother had a hurt look on her face, "Ayan..."
"Mom, just leave me alone. I don't need you to talk to me!" Dong Chaoyan felt a little irritable. His father had always disliked him, but he was still Dong Tangyu's son.
"No matter how I am a mistress, I am still yours, Dong Tangyu, don't think you are so noble!" Dong Chaoyan stood up and said coldly to Dong Tangyu's cold back.
Dong Tangyu's body stiffened for a moment, but he didn't stop or respond, and disappeared up the stairs in large strides.
Mother Dong had no choice but to leave with a sigh.
Xiao Sitian opened her eyes wide and watched Dong Chaoyan's monster-like face slowly change from cold to gentle.
He lowered his head and met Xiao Sitian's watery eyes.
After taking a bath, Xiao Sitian's hair and face were clean. Her face was thin and a bit pale, but her eyes were so charming, as watery as a pool of autumn water.
Pink lips, long eyelashes, and a timid look.
"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Dong Chaoyan's eyes suddenly turned cold, but quickly became gentle.