Facing his newly minted fiancée, Li Yuntang's voice carried a tone of affable amusement, always looking at her with deep affection.
Yan Xiaye felt as if her heart was pounding chaotically; then, as if to kill the fluttering feelings with a single shot, she replied firmly, "Huang Qian, I have her files from four years ago."
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Meanwhile, the Yan Family was enveloped by gloom and doom.
Mother Yan was not good at keeping her worries to herself; as soon as she got home, she shared her terrifying suspicions with Yan Jianguo, "Husband, I really hope I am wrong, but Shuirou is not getting any younger, and she's never mentioned any other men. It's really making me anxious."
"I think you're overthinking it." Yan Jianguo took a gulp of white liquor, his brow furrowed with worries, "If it really were as you say, would Xiaye that girl, have tolerated it until now?"
"Your point is valid…" Mother Yan was despondent, when a light knock came at the door.
