This kind of thing can't be faked.
Since Yan's mother said so, she must have seen or heard something herself.
Lian Xinying's expressive eyes lost their original luster, and her cheeks also lost their color.
"If you don't believe it, I can take you to listen! After listening, you can leave." Yan's mother pulled out the thorn in her side, her mood was indescribably upbeat.
Lian Xinying followed behind her, intending to listen to Yan Ye's voice betraying her.
Her petite body looked lonely and solitary, forlorn and helpless.
As the two stood outside the guest room, they heard Ke Yawen's voice.
"Ah... it's so itchy... Brother Yan Ye... It really is so itchy... please help me... I beg you..."
Ke Yawen's intermittent voice continued, and Lian Xinying listened quietly for about two minutes.
Ke Yawen kept repeating how itchy it was, quite uninteresting really.
