After Lian Xinying finished her bath, she came out, and it was Yan Ye's turn to bathe.
Lian Xinying glanced at her son, who was sitting obediently on a small chair, doing his homework.
"Yingying, I've been a bit tired these last two days, come help me scrub my back." Yan Ye felt guilty inside, but his face didn't show it.
He pulled Lian Xinying, who was about to go and check on their son's homework, back to the bedroom bathroom.
Once back in the bathroom, Lian Xingying turned on the water for the bathtub, adjusted the temperature, and then turned to look at him.
"Yan Ye, how did you and our son get by in the long months I was away?" Lian Xinying imagined all sorts of scenarios in her mind but couldn't pin any down.
Before she left, she remembered that Yan Ye wasn't very good at taking care of children.
Making their son cry was a common occurrence.
"You're better off not knowing. Otherwise, you might not be able to sleep at night," Yan Ye gave a spine-chilling reply.
