Hearing Bai Yiran's words, how could Leng Yichen still muster any anger?
Especially when those innocent eyes blinked at him, no matter how harsh or angry the words were, Leng Yichen couldn't say them now.
He could only helplessly clasp Bai Yiran's nape and kiss her with a sense of punishment.
Actually, Leng Yichen also knew that today's incident wasn't something Bai Yiran could control. Moreover, thinking about it carefully now, Leng Yichen felt his actions today were somewhat reckless. He wondered whether this would arouse Wu Chengzu's suspicion, which might actually make things worse for Bai Yiran?
When they returned home, Xiao Xi and Xiao Lang were already asleep. After a simple shower, the two of them went to bed.
After a day of turmoil, both were a bit tired.
Morning, at Leng Mansion.
