Du Liya nearly dropped the bun in her hand.
Her father, Mr. Du, had already finished his meal and was in the living room reading today's newspaper. Du Liya glanced in her father's direction, then turned back to her son and said in surprise, "Xiao Yi, what do you mean by that? Every time your Aunt Ji comes over, she's here to see me."
Shen Yi lowered his gaze slightly. "Oh, then maybe I was mistaken. It must be another woman who's always coming to see Dad. She just looks a lot like Aunt Ji."
With that, Shen Yi slung his backpack over his shoulder and left.
He knew his mother wouldn't figure out the truth immediately, but with these hints, she would at least be more vigilant. She wouldn't be like in his past life, only discovering her husband's affair as she lay dying.
Of course, this was only the beginning.
