"Yingying, you've lost weight recently."
For the past month, Lian Xinying had stayed by his side, taking care of him.
Running up and down, busy from dawn to dusk, and because he was picky with food, she'd even go out to find delicious treats to bring back for him.
There had already been several instances where she'd been so good to him that she made their son cry.
Every time the son came back, he would habitually cling to Lian Xinying, but since Lian Xinying was always with Yan Ye, Xiaocheng would get mad at Yan Ye.
"That's not true! I've always been this slim." Lian Xinying suddenly thought of something, "Yan Ye, you did something bad behind my back before, don't you want to confess on your own?"
Lian Xinying was referring to the incident where he incited their son.
The father and son kept it from her, didn't they consider her feelings?
Yan Ye's eyes deepened, and he quickly realized what she was referring to.
