"Is Yan Ye at home?" Lian Xinying felt dizzy and the throbbing pain in her temples was excruciating, making her wish she were dead, "Did he come back this afternoon!"
She yelled at the bodyguard.
She had lost her composure.
She couldn't control the turmoil inside her.
The bodyguard was a bit startled, seeing Lian Xinying lose her temper like this for the first time.
"No. Mr. Yan has not been back since he left this morning."
The bodyguard settled his nerves and responded calmly.
Lian Xinying's clenched fist suddenly relaxed.
She took a deep breath, stepped back a few steps, and turned around.
Her eyes shimmered with a teary light, revealing her current state of deep sorrow.
At Lian Xinying's home.
Xiaocheng was sitting on the sofa, eating a banana.
The butler had taken out all of Xiaocheng's luggage and had it arranged.
Yan Ye meant that Xiaocheng would live with Lian Xinying from now on.
So, this time, all of Xiaocheng's favorite things were brought over.
