The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

It would be more appropriate to say "gloating over one's misfortune".

He could even vaguely sense that Chen Nian was excited, an excitement that she was eager to share with others.

Ye Jun saw it and understood it, but he did not go downstairs according to Chen Nian's wishes. He pretended to look into the living room and asked, "Are grandparents asleep?"

"I guess he couldn't sleep and refused to drink tea. As soon as Jiaojiao left, they went back to their room. Your grandfather looked very unhappy. You have to be careful when you see him these two days."

Chen Nian still didn't give up. However, despite her repeated attempts to persuade him, Ye Juan refused to respond. He only said, "It's late. Mom should go to bed early. I'm tired after a day's work. I'm going upstairs to rest."

Chen Nian was very disappointed, but she felt even more distressed. "That's right, hurry up and wash up and go to bed. Mom will make you breakfast tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you, Mom."

Chen Nian turned around and went out. She and Ye Congde seldom lived in this building. There was a building at the back that was reserved for their family. They only occupied one room on the old man's side, and he usually didn't want them to stay here all the time. However, Ye Congjie and the younger generations in the family were allowed to live here.

Ye Jun retracted his gaze, let out a tired breath, and shook his head helplessly when he lowered his head. He really didn't know how to evaluate his mother's character. He said that she was short-sighted and quite scheming in the inner house, but she was not good at hiding it and was easily seen by others.

He had to find a time to talk to his mother.

He had already climbed a few steps, his eyes tilted back for a moment, then he backed up and pulled Ye Linlin out from among the green plants that were half the height of the wall.

"What's the cat doing here?"

"hey-hey……"

Ye Linlin touched her ears with both hands and raised her eyes obediently, "I'm playing hide-and-seek with Ye Congzheng."

"What about the others?"

Ye Linlin didn't even blink, "I don't know, he's looking for me, am I hiding well?"

Ye Jun tapped her forehead and said, "Don't use children as an excuse for everything. It's easy for people to see that you're lying. Go back to your room." Ye Linlin pouted and said, "Go back if you want."

She lived on the third floor and didn't want to climb the stairs, so she planned to take the elevator. The door opened, and she blocked the door and looked in, "Brother, why are you climbing the stairs? The elevator is here."

"I can get there just by lifting my feet. There's no need for an elevator."

He had already walked to the walking platform in the middle. Ye Linlin glanced at his long legs. They were indeed very long. The steps under his feet were like miniature models. He took two steps at each step. He lived on the second floor, so that was indeed unnecessary.

She hummed quietly and went back into the elevator.

Instead of going back to his room, he ran to Ye Congjie's place. Without knocking, he turned the doorknob and tried to break in, but the door was locked.

She was stunned for a moment, knocked on the door quietly, and leaned on the door panel, trying to squeeze her voice in through the crack of the door, "Mom, I'm telling you, mom, I just watched the whole excitement, do you want to listen, do you want to listen?"

There was no movement inside.

Go to bed so early?

Ye Linlin went back to her room mumbling something, and took out her phone to send a long voice message. When the time was up, it was automatically intercepted and sent, but a red exclamation mark blocked the message.

Her own mother blocked her!

Oh my god, did you know she would be so enthusiastic about sharing? Is she so indifferent to gossip?

Ye Linlin really wanted to say it, very much, otherwise she would not be able to sleep tonight. But she did not dare to disturb her mother, so she simply broke into Ye Congzheng's room holding a pillow.

This time the door was unlocked, the room was lit with warm lights, and Ye Congzheng leaned against the bed, holding a Chinese translation of a famous book. (End of this chapter)