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The chill of the air around Yan Ye whooshed outward.
The waiter, startled, turned pale and apologized again and again.
Lian Xinying's cheeks were hot; in a low voice, she addressed Yan Ye, "Why are you being so fierce?"
Can't you speak properly?
"You still know how to initiate a conversation with me!" Yan Ye turned his head, snapped at Lian Xinying, then grabbed her small hand and left the restaurant.
Room 808 was the presidential suite.
Lian Xinying didn't understand why he had booked such a luxurious room! They weren't even going to sleep there tonight!
Just to have a chat, was that necessary?
Upon entering the glitzy decorated room, Lian Xinying immediately let go of his hand.
"Whatever you want to say, say it quickly. I'm feeling very dizzy." She had felt alright when she saw her son, but as soon as she was alone with Yan Ye, she started to feel faint.
