Last night's empty promise wasn't made in vain!
After hearing Lian Xinying's words, Xiaocheng really stopped giving her the cold shoulder!
He walked slowly towards her, his eyes filled with inquiry and passion.
Lian Xinying thought she had accomplished the task Yan Ye had given her, so she waved her sleeves and left without taking a single cloud with her.
For the next half month, she wouldn't have to clock in at the company because she would be extraordinarily busy.
Designing, pattern making, fabric selection, trim determination, cutting... A series of tasks was bound to keep her busy beyond belief.
The dressing room became her studio.
After Lian Xinying went upstairs, there was the first exchange between father and son since their cold war downstairs.
"Uncle, where did you hide my dad?" Xiaocheng was the first to speak.
His opening was an accusation.
Yan Ye finally understood the true nature of a 'headache'.
The son asking his father where he had hidden his own father!
