When the phone rang, Lian Xinying jumped in fright.
She pushed the pillow aside, quickly found the phone, and glanced at the caller ID.
Yan Ye! It's Yan Ye!
It's three in the morning now. She had sent him a text, and he had seen it immediately!
This meant he hadn't slept either.
A faint ache pulsed in her heart. The mistake she had made had dragged Yan Ye into suffering with her.
As she answered the call, Yan Ye's cold voice cut through: "What do you mean?"
If Lian Xinying didn't provide a concrete explanation, Yan Ye would take it as her admission.
"That text? I... I suspect Xixi's father is Ji Fan... so I wanted to ask you, if Xixi's father really is Ji Fan, what should we do?" Yesterday, Lian Xinying had been worried about the idea of marriage, but now her concern wasn't whether they could get married. It was whether she could stay with Yan Ye at all.
Lian Xinying's words made Yan Ye clench his fists tightly.
