When the butler was speaking, Miaomiao must have heard Yan Ye's voice, so she crisply exclaimed, "Daddy's back."
Yan Ye rushed back twenty minutes later.
Lian Xinying had already finished her phone call, and judging by her expression, her mood had almost settled.
However, there was a layer of misty melancholy in her eyes.
Yan Ye walked straight towards Lian Xinying.
He stopped when he was beside her.
His voice carried a calming strength: "Was it Ji Fan who called?"
Besides Ji Fan, Yan Ye couldn't think of anyone else who could make Lian Xinying so upset.
Lian Xinying suddenly looked up, gazing at Yan Ye.
In this world, who else knew her best? Other than him.
"Yeah." Lian Xinying replied, not wanting to continue the conversation.
But Yan Ye didn't let it go at that.
He grabbed her arm and led her into the next room.
Lian Xinying initially wanted to resist, but on second thought, she let it go!
Could she really hide things from Yan Ye?
