"Why aren't you speaking?" Lin Jian pointed at Xiaomi on the bed, hands on his hips.
He did not like this little thief at all.
Xiaomi remained silent. Lin Zihan took a speechless glance at Lin Jian before he walked to the bedside and spoke, "What trick did you play to make my father bring you back?"
Xiaomi didn't say anything, just stared at Lin Zihan in front of him.
Lin Zihan, who followed his father and loved reading, looked tall and possessed a touch of arrogance.
Watching his noble demeanor, the hand beneath Xiaomi's bedding tightened.
Before Lin Zihan could continue questioning, Lin Ercheng led a doctor into the room.
Seeing the two kids still awake, he found it strange, "What are you two up to?"
"Father." Lin Jian rushed to Lin Ercheng's side, "Why did you bring this little thief back? He stole Zhiyu's things, he's a bad guy!"