Almost reflexively, Lian Xinying hugged Xiaocheng and was about to go upstairs.
Yan Ye watched her dejected figure, grinding his teeth, "My mother won't hurt Xiaocheng! You may not trust her, but you should trust me. I will protect our son, understand?"
Looking at Yan Ye's angry face, Lian Xinying stopped in her tracks, still not reassured, "Even if she won't hurt Xiaocheng, what if she takes him away?"
Having experienced the kidnapping of her son once, Lian Xinying was now especially cautious.
"If she takes away your son, just take away her son!" Yan Ye was so frustrated that metaphorical black lines flashed over his head as he suggested.
Although the idea seemed not bad, Lian Xinying still hesitated.
In her heart, her son was even more vulnerable and in need of protection than Yan Ye...
And Yan Ye, seeing her hesitation, thought that in her heart, their son was more important than himself.
The green-eyed monster instantly reared its head.
