Yan Ye spoke slowly, "Three months later, then!"
After latching onto the conversation, He Wenze left.
Lian Xinying quietly walked up behind him and patted his shoulder, "Is the child really yours?"
"Not bad." Yan Ye showed no surprise or excitement, his expression so indifferent that it was disappointing.
"What do you mean 'not bad'? It's not like I wouldn't know my own child that I gave birth to!"
"Since you know, why ask me?" Yan Ye quickly closed the report, glanced at Lian Xinying's outfit, looking very much the white-collar worker, his brows furrowed, "Going out?"
Lian Xinying nodded, "I rested for two days and feel much better today. I'm starting work." She paused, her mouth curling up, "I'm leaving our son in your care!"
Lian Xinying had already spoken to Xiaocheng earlier.
She told him to play at home.
And she told him that Yan Ye was better than Uncle Ji Fan.
Yan Ye glanced at his son's reluctant face, feeling a hint of pain at his temples.
