Yang Yin stood there, her heart aching deeply for a moment.
Her silly sister always like this, even if she cries like this today, she'll certainly be smiling again when she sees her tomorrow.
She paused for a moment, ultimately not entering the room, and led Youyou outside.
By the time they reached downstairs, Ye Qingyou had finished the surgery and came to pick them up to go home.
Because of Yang Lian's situation, both Youyou and Yang Yin were a bit silent. Ye Qingyou noticed but didn't ask, waiting for Yang Yin to speak up first.
Before Yang Yin could speak, Youyou suddenly started talking: "Dad, can I stop asking Grandma for your bare-bottom photos to look at, okay?"
Ye Qingyou raised an eyebrow, not understanding why Youyou suddenly seemed so sensible. He glanced through the car's rearview mirror to see Youyou looking up with a serious face, his eyes, like black grapes, full of contemplation.
He asked, "What's wrong?"
