Yan Ye was obsessed with her honest demeanor.
Tell me, who else would dare to be so domineering, arrogant, and disrespectful in front of him, other than this little creature?
She didn't treat his home like it was someone else's at all.
Lian Xinying sat in his leather swivel chair, lips pursed on her red lips, cradling the candy he had brought back and not saying a word.
Actually, she was waiting for him to deal with her.
It was her own carelessness that had brought her to his study, and there was no use denying it.
"You came to my study to find out if there's any connection between you and your father, didn't you?" Yan Ye saw right through her little schemes.
"Mhm." Lian Xinying knew very well, there was no need for pretense in front of this man.
He could see through it all.
Just like how Dad could always easily cheer her up.
