"I can't help much with this matter. She doesn't even want to see me," Yan Ye said. He could use forceful measures for anything else, but not with Su Rong.
Once he employed force against Su Rong, she probably would never forgive him, not even in death.
Only Lian Xinying could slowly grind down Su Rong.
"I know. My mom's temper is so stubborn," Lian Xinying watched as the server brought each dish to the table but didn't feel like eating at all.
"Hmm, you're no less stubborn," Yan Ye said, his immunity perhaps still quite robust from previously enduring Lian Xinying's torment.
Lian Xinying, hearing his words, couldn't help but roll her eyes.
After lunch, Yan Ye dropped her off at the estate.
As Lian Xinying was getting out of the car, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her stomach.
She clutched her belly, looking very uncomfortable.
Yan Ye immediately reached out reflexively to touch, but Lian Xinying stubbornly got out of the car.
