"Little Doubao?" Jiayi's face shifted. Oh no, did he really hear that?
She just sent him away because she didn't want him to overhear the conversation with Su Yan.
Although Little Doubao was somewhat withdrawn, he wasn't stupid. Besides, he was already six years old. At this age, many children were already in elementary school. So, he could definitely understand her and Su Yan's words.
She didn't want him to know that his biological father's death was connected to Su Yan.
There was no concrete evidence at this point, so even if Little Doubao knew, what would that change?
Facing someone every day who might be responsible for his father's death—how would Little Doubao feel?
Jiayi started to panic and regretted not sending Little Doubao further away. "Little Doubao, let's go inside, okay?"
"Bad person, killed, killed Dad." He said each word deliberately, staring intently at Jiayi with an expectant look.
Jiayi took a deep breath.
