"Yes." Ye Ming bowed his hand in response, though he still wanted to say something, but saying more at this time was inappropriate.
After Ye Ming left, Yan Sihan's eyebrows converged, but his actions of peeling an orange and removing the white strands remained orderly.
Lin Jiaojiao opened her mouth to eat a slice of sour orange, but couldn't help but ask, "What happened to Yan Sihan?"
She knew that Yan Sihan must not want to worry her, and also feared that she might accidentally harm the fetus if she didn't tell her proactively.
There must be a lot of things being hidden from her in this matter.
As husband and wife, they were one; she could face anything calmly with him, and even if it was something they couldn't face, she would do her best and leave no regrets.
Yan Sihan slightly hooked the corner of his lips, reached out to touch her nose, and said softly, "Jiaojiao, don't think too much. I will ensure the safety of the Prince Manor."
