The little guy's eyes looked curiously at the side hall. After all, she was here for the first time and was curious about everything here.

Finally, her eyes fell on the huge LCD TV in the side hall.

"Do you want to watch TV?" Mei Beichen suddenly asked, thinking that watching TV can also distract the little guy's attention. If you take medicine, the pain will be reduced a lot.

The Dark Phoenix eyes blinked slightly without saying a word.

Mei Beichen simply turned on the TV, watched the little guy, chose an animated program, and then drugged the little guy.

As soon as the little guy saw the cartoon, his Phoenix eyes suddenly became a lot brighter.

Sure enough, Mei Beichen was still a child, but she forgot to think. Now she is just a 12-year-old boy.

However, to his surprise, when she watched the cartoon, her back was straight and upright. Her small face was full of focused expressions. Her dark Phoenix eyes stared at the LCD screen tightly.

For Mei Beichen, Yao Shanshan is the only girl who is familiar with the little guy at the same age. However, when watching cartoons, Yao Shanshan always complains from time to time that this is not good-looking, that is not good-looking, or yelling, which makes people feel bored.

In contrast, he prefers little guys like this.

After dealing with the little guy's hand injury, Mei Beichen began to deal with the little guy's knee injury again.

At this time, Yao Yiyuan had already brought Yao Yuanyuan in. After seeing Mei Beichen and her daughter together, there was a flash of displeasure in her eyes, but she immediately covered it up, with a smile on her lips, "Beichen, this little girl is hurt. Why don't I come and have a look."

"Don't bother, aunt Yao." Mei Beichen said faintly, "I'll deal with her wound myself."

Yao Shanshan looked at the scene and muttered discontentedly, "Mom, how can this fool sit on this sofa? She is a servant's child. Alas, she is not qualified to sit on the sofa in the house!"

Mei Beichen's eyes swept coldly towards Yao Shanshan. Yao Shanshan muttered and said with her mother around, "I'm not wrong. She's the servant's child!"

"If she is a servant's child, what are you?" Mei Beichen said.

Yao Yiyuan hurriedly said, "Beichen, Shanshan's words are actually harmless, but the child speaks directly. In fact, Shanshan just wants to play with you more. Why don't you play with Shanshan for a while, and I'll give the little girl to me. I'll take her back to her mother."

"Direct? No malice?" Mei Beichen said sarcastically, "I don't think so. Do you need qualifications to sit on a sofa? Or do some people really forget their identity and think that fake is true? Shanshan doesn't know. Aunt Yao should always know. Don't you plan to tell Shanshan some facts so that she can see some reality?"

Yao Yiyuan's smile froze. Naturally, she could hear the meaning of Bai Mei Beichen's words.

She is not Mrs. Li's biological daughter. In fact, this matter is a semi public secret. After all, DNA examination can't hide it. Those collateral relatives of the Mei family and the Li family, as well as Mrs. Li's living father, Mr. Li, also know this.