Qiao Feiyu didn't know what to say, so she simply walked over, crouched down in front of her, "Aning, come back with me. Can't you and I have a proper talk?"
Ye Ning ignored her, still quietly carving on that piece of jade.
Qiao Feiyu saw this, grew anxious, and reached out her hand, but Ye Ning gripped the carving knife in her hand, "Aning, even if we take a step back, my brother is your life-saving benefactor from years ago. Are you really going to cut ties with my brother over such a trivial matter?"
Life-saving benefactor?
As soon as these words came out, those delicate wrists that had been moving over the jade finally paused and then stopped.
Ye Xiaobao stood across and saw this, a frown quickly forming on his young brow, "Auntie Qiao, my mom isn't angry at Uncle Lin; she's just been feeling unwell these past few days."
"Is that so?"
Qiao Feiyu turned to look at him, "Is she sick?"
