When Lian Xinying came back, Xiaocheng excitedly told her that he rode in a car today.
"I took my son for a ride in a tank, when will I take you for a spin?" Yan Ye said with pride.
He made his son braver, and under his guidance, his son would become more and more formidable.
"Yan Ye, I've noticed that Little Chengyue is growing more fond of you, you've done a great job." In just half a month, Yan Ye had proven his sincerity through his actions.
Yan Ye remained silent.
Because his original plan was to win over his son in a single day, but it had taken half a month.
"You called me before and said you had something to tell me, what is it that you wanted to say?" Xinying washed her hands and sat down at the dining table.
Yan Ye's gaze became deep: "Let's talk after dinner."
"Oh. I hope it's not bad news."
"Why would you think it's bad news?" Yan Ye lightly raised his eyebrows, looking at her slightly weary face.
Xinying's brow furrowed slightly: "Maybe I'm just too tired."
