At that moment, Li Zhiyan also noticed that Yin Xueyang's old illness had relapsed.
"Get out!"
"Stay away from me!"
At this moment, Yin Xueyang felt inexplicably very sad.
She was a 41-year-old middle-aged woman, and yet she still had to suffer from these symptoms.
Moreover, there was no cure; whenever she experienced severe emotional fluctuations, she would have incontinence.
For this matter, her heart had endured countless agonies without solution.
This was just like Su Mengchen's limp.
He knew these flaws were seen as positives in some men's eyes. However, for Yin Xueyang herself, it was certainly not a virtue but an excruciating aspect of her life.
Li Zhiyan could understand why Aunt Yin's attitude was so bad at the moment.
"Aunt Yin, don't be angry. Let me carry you home first."
In Li Zhiyan's heart, Yin Xueyang was no longer a complete enemy, especially after what had happened between them on that night at the hotel.
