Ye Shu just sat calmly on the sofa, fiddling with the ring in her hand, her brown eyes serene and utterly still.
"Aunt Wang, the relationship between Shenting and me has never been good. Forcibly clinging on will only make my situation more awkward. It's better to let go and let things take their natural course. This is all I can do for now," she said.
Aunt Wang did not quite understand Ye Shu's thinking, but the relationship between her and Huo Shenting was indeed very delicate.
Sometimes, the two of them seemed to get along well, but most of the time, their relationship felt distant, even worse than ordinary friends—as if they were strangers living under the same roof.
"But Ma'am, regardless of Miss Shen, you can't get past the old lady. Pushing Mr. Huo towards Miss Shen is futile," she said.
Ye Shu, upon hearing Aunt Wang's words, showed little change in expression, a faint smile curling up at the corner of her lips as she spoke airily.
