Fu Nanli pinched her face and said, "Okay."
"I want to go to his room and see him."
"I'll go with you."
When Wen Qiao went to Xiao Junhe's room, Aunt Zhen had just gone to take a shower, and he was the only one in his bedroom.
It’s not a cozy decoration, it’s even a bit lifeless, making people feel depressed.
The child is already like this, he should decorate his room with some bright colors so that he can have a cheerful attitude.
This detail made her feel that the servants here did not take good care of the child.
Xiao Junhe was already lying on the bed. When he saw someone coming in, he suddenly became nervous. Wen Qiao looked at him with a smile: "Sister brought you some delicious food."
After saying that, a small cupcake appeared from behind him like a magic trick.
After all, Xiao Junhe was a child with an IQ of only five years old. He immediately lowered his guard and even looked at Wen Qiao with some anticipation.
Wen Qiao was relieved. The child was a foodie and could be bribed as long as he had a weakness. In the future, whenever she met him, she would just bring some food with her.
Xiao Junhe ate a few bites of cake. Wen Qiao sat beside the bed and said softly, "Brush your teeth after eating the cake."
"Ok, I know."
He was wearing pajamas, with the buttons loosely buttoned, revealing a little bit of his belly. Wen Qiao could vaguely see that there seemed to be bruises there.
"You...what's going on here?"
Wen Qiao pointed at his stomach, and Xiao Junhe was so scared that he quickly covered his stomach: "I'm fine."
"Are you injured?"
Xiao Junhe even threw away the cupcake in his hand and shook his head frantically: "I'm not hurt, I'm not hurt."
Wen Qiao saw that he was a little agitated and wanted to comfort him, but Xiao Junhe didn't let her get close.
With a bang, the door was pushed open, and the woman named Auntie Zhen rushed in, hugged the emotional Xiao Junhe, and glared at Wen Qiao: "Who let you in?"
Wen Qiao frowned and said nothing.
Aunt Zhen tried to calm Xiao Junhe down, and he murmured, "I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything."
Aunt Zhen covered his mouth with her hand: "Alright, alright, it's okay, it's okay."
This incident also alarmed Xiao Liangyan. Wen Qiao apologized and said that she shouldn't have rashly entered his room. She just wanted to chat with Jun He.
Aunt Zhen was filled with righteous indignation: "This child is a patient. I've already said that he can't see strangers. Miss Wen, you are too willful."
Fu Nanli wanted to say something, but Wen Qiao held his hand back: "Sorry, I didn't think it through."
Fortunately, Xiao Junhe's emotions stabilized, the farce ended, and Wen Qiao and Fu Nanli returned to their rooms.
Fu Nanli's face was gloomy. It was ridiculous that a servant dared to yell at his Qiao'er. He only endured it because Qiao'er didn't let him stand up for her.
"I always feel like something is weird."
"What?"
"That Aunt Zhen said that Xiao Junhe fell down by himself, but how did he fall? There are bruises on his body and red marks on his face. It looks like he was beaten."
Fu Nanli didn't say anything.
"But if you say he was beaten, Xiao Junhe seems to be a little dependent on Aunt Zhen."
"Dependence? Rather than being dependent, it's more like Aunt Zhen taking the initiative to prevent anyone from getting close to him. He's just a five-year-old kid, he doesn't understand those things."
Wen Qiao didn't sleep well that night and wanted to chat with Xiao Junhe in the morning, but Aunt Zhen told him that he had been traumatized last night and could not go downstairs, so he had to eat breakfast in his room.
Wen Qiao lowered her eyes, and Xiao Liangyan said, "You don't have to worry, it's okay, the child just can't stand the stimulation."
(End of this chapter)