Xia Xiyan's heart skipped a beat, trembling under the sharp gaze of Ou Jue.
Feeling extremely guilty, she quickly picked up Ou Xiaoluo and walked in. "Hey, hey, hey, what are you staring at? Luoluo can't be left alone, his foot is still injured!"
Although it had recovered enough for him to walk around recently, the old injury had flared up again these past few days.
Now he was walking with a noticeable limp!
Hearing what Xiyan said, Ou Xiaoluo let out a light cough.
God knows his "old injury flaring up again" was a total sham… He and his brother were just scheming together to trick her!
In fact, his foot under the thick bandages was perfectly fine, not a single issue.
Ou Jue turned around and gave Xiyan a deep, piercing look.
It felt as though time stood still…
Xiyan could feel cold sweat beading on her forehead.
Oh my god, what in the world is he looking at?
Finally, Ou Jue shifted his gaze away from her, took Luoluo from her arms, and placed the little guy on the sofa.
