Lian Xinying asked, "Does your mother approve of our marriage?"
"Yingying, do you still care about her opinion at this point?" Yan Ye's expression turned colder in an instant, and the lines of his jaw tensed.
Lian Xinying looked down, her voice soft, "I know you are carefree and don't mind anyone's opinions, but your mother treats me like an enemy. If she doesn't accept me, she will find a way to separate us in the future. I also regard her as an enemy. If she doesn't apologize to my parents, I will not forgive her."
Lian Xinying couldn't bring herself to destroy Yan Ye's mother, not only because she lacked the capacity, but also because she was Yan Ye's mother.
She liked Yan Ye so much that even if she had the power to bring his mother down, she probably wouldn't have been able to do it.
"Yingying, this matter will be resolved, but not now."...
The night was indescribably beautiful.
Meanwhile, Wang Qingqing cried all day long.
She didn't even eat dinner.
