He sternly shouted at the figure about to step into the room: "Xia Qingqian, where are you going?"
Didn't he tell her that she had already moved into his bedroom? Why was she still heading to the other room?
Xia Qingqian shivered slightly at the sudden voice and instantly felt it wasn't good. She could only smile back at Beitang Yao, who wasn't far away, and said, "Young Master, the baby's mother really hasn't returned home, leaving the baby at home is indeed... a bit inappropriate, right?"
"Baby?" Beitang Yao said in a cold and dull voice, "Where have all his household servants gone? Could they all be a bunch of freeloaders?" He nearly added: Is my woman supposed to be a nanny?
But he suppressed it, leaving it unsaid, and instead, his eyes looked at her coldly as deep as an abyss.
It made people shrink back involuntarily. She held Mario's small hand, nearly sweating from her grip. Her hand tightened, unsure of what to do next!
