Lian Xinying did not feel that the eagle's words were crude or unpleasant.
If what the eagle said was true, then Su Rong, mediating between her and Yan Ye, stirring up trouble and fanning the flames, was indeed excessive.
However, even so, Lian Xinying could not stand by and watch Su Rong being framed without doing anything.
The ties of flesh and blood, the grace of upbringing, are as heavy as a mountain.
"He didn't say anything unpleasant." Lian Xinying took a deep breath, fetched a tissue, and wiped the tears from her face. Her eyes were red, "I want to go find Yan Ye."
She knew how strong Yan Ye's pride was.
Previously, when Su Rong said those harsh words to him, he must have been upset, right? But he had never mentioned it to her.
"Yingying, stop crying for now. We can talk about it after we eat," Tang Wen handed her the menu, but she pushed it away.
With no other option, Tang Wen had to arbitrarily order a few dishes.
