Ye Ziyi's expression was as calm as ever. He shrugged his shoulders helplessly and asked with a smile, "Zhiyuan, are you worrying about me?"
"Hum," Leng Zhiyuan nodded.
"Really?" Ye Ziyi's eyes lit up as he looked at her.
Leng Zhiyuan could see the sincerity in his eyes. She curled the corners of her lips, "If you believe, then what I said is true. "
"You're beating around the bush with me? Fine, I believe it's true," Ye Ziyi reached out to hold her little hand. "Let's go back. You must not be used to this kind of situation."
He held her hand and led her out of the hall. The waiter drove the luxury car over. Leng Zhiyuan sat in the passenger seat while Ye Ziyi drove.
"Ziyi, is it okay for us to leave like this? Will your father... blame you? "
