Li Chengyun was concerned all along, watching Yu Jingrong, who was alone with Xie Xiaoying, from afar.
Seeing Yu Jingrong return, he immediately approached her, "What happened?"
Yu Jingrong shook her head, "Nothing, she was simply begging me, hoping that I would spare Meng Ziqi, and I agreed."
His long and thick eyelashes cast a shadow, concealing the displeasure in Li Chengyun's eyes. He said with a sarcastic tone, "So begging you is so effective?"
Yu Jingrong gave a faint smile and leaned into his embrace, "Seeing her mother so pathetic, I agreed. I said as long as Meng Ziqi doesn't provoke me anymore, otherwise, I won't let her off for both old and new accounts."
A faint fragrance assailed his nostrils, not strong but pleasant, which slightly improved Li Chengyun's mood. He didn't say anything further and simply held Yu Jingrong's hand, sitting down in a rest area set up in the backyard.
