Jian Tao returned to her residence, her mind restless, her head as tangled as a ball of paste, unable to sort things out. Her daughter was playing under the guidance of the maid Wu Ma. After watching for a while, she withdrew her attention.
"There's a daddy's smell on him!" Recalling her daughter's words, Jian Tao felt utterly broken inside, her heart shattered, pain scattered all over.
As for why Xixi had such a sense of smell, Jian Tao didn't know. Maybe that's why Xixi had a natural affinity for Ye Fan. Unable to figure out the reason, she could only attribute it to that heart.
For Ye Fan and Mengyao, Jian Tao had met them once and gained some understanding. They were a couple in deep love, which was apparent from their conversations. Watching this scene, her heart couldn't feel at ease.
