This matter was very mysterious.
Because there were countless possibilities behind it.
But most people, even if they racked their brains, couldn't guess why it had turned out this way.
Lian Xinying quickly turned off the computer.
Computers emit radiation, and now that she was pregnant, she didn't want to spend a long time in front of a screen.
She planned to take a month to flesh out her ideas before starting to write.
Lying in bed after her bath, she couldn't help but think of Yan Ye.
Had his cold gotten better?
When she woke up that morning, she had thought of this question, but because she had an interview, she had put it aside.
With her mobile phone in hand, Lian Xinying flipped through it on the bed... feeling particularly conflicted inside.
If she called Yan Ye now, even if she said it was to check on Xiaocheng, Yan Ye would definitely guess she was lying.
Yet, even if Yan Ye guessed her little thought, she still couldn't restrain her own "little paws."
