Upon hearing Ye Ziyi chide Zhou Yao, Leng Zhiyuan stood up, and she took a step forward. She was silent as she removed Ye Ziyi's hand from her shoulder as she softly said, "Don't say anything else."
"Okay, I will not say anything else. The matters have already passed. Zhiyuan, you be well in the future," Ye Ziyi said gently.
"Okay." Leng Zhiyuan nodded her head.
Knock, knock. The sound of someone knocking on the door rang out in the air. The helpers pushed the door open, and sent in two glasses of tea.
"Young Miss, Mr. Ye, please have some tea."
Ye Ziyi nodded his head politely towards the helpers, and the helpers turned around and left the room.
"Zhiyuan…" Ye Ziyi turned his head back to look at Leng Zhiyuan. At this moment, Leng Zhiyuan raised her hand up to support her forehead, then her legs went soft, and she was about to slump down.
"Zhiyuan!" Ye Ziyi parted his legs and was as quick as the wind as he caught Leng Zhiyuan.
