Lian Xinying's sorrow was immense!
Yan Ye wouldn't listen to her!
He made his son cry and yet he still acted so self-righteous.
What a dad, really exasperating.
Setting her phone aside, Lian Xinying took a sip of water to calm her shock.
By her reckoning, today Xiaocheng absolutely wouldn't grow fond of Yan Ye.
To a child, a toy tank is just a small object to be casually played with, which is why it's likable. But a real tank, many times bigger than Xiaocheng, looks like a huge monster; no wonder her son was frightened.
Sometimes, having a nouveau riche dad is exhausting! Unpredictable and full of brash nouveau riche energy.
After eating lunch alone at home, Lian Xinying decided to go upstairs for a nap.
She had just lain down on the bed when her phone rang.
Answering the call, the emotionless voice of Yan's mother came through.
"Lian Xinying, give me back the diamond ring."
Learning that Yan Ye wasn't home, Yan's mother finally called Lian Xinying.
