Tang Yu hesitated before replying, "When shall we meet?"
Ye Yuli: It's up to you.
Tang Yu thought it over and realized she could only use the time she went out with Yu Zhaohui.
Coincidentally, she hadn't reached out to Yu Zhaohui, but Yu Zhaohui had called her first.
She and Ye Sihan, along with the four little ones, were eating happily at the dining table.
The maid came over and handed her the phone, "Miss Tang, your call."
"Thank you." Tang Yu took it, saw it was from Yu Zhaohui, looked up at Ye Sihan's deep black eyes, and said, "It's my mom, I'll go take it... Be good and eat, Xibao."
She stroked Xibao's little head, which bore a round and chubby face, "Okay!"
Tang Yu walked out of the dining room, "Mom, what's up?"
Ye Sihan's cold black eyes followed Tang Yu's departing figure, impassive and unfathomable.
Back in the day, when Ye Xianghua fought desperately to save that wretched woman's life, it wasn't completely bad.
At least it could become Tang Yu's Achilles' heel.
