Yan Ye heard her sniffle from the other side of the phone, full of grievances.
Yan Ye's heart was suddenly in chaos.
She must have found out.
"Don't worry, once I get our daughter back, I can take care of both of you," Yan Ye said, as he walked into the bathroom for a private conversation on the phone.
His voice was deep and calm, unlike someone who would face losing everything.
It's as if he didn't know what fear was.
Just like Lian Xinying saw him, an Emperor, forever the Emperor!
He is indomitable.
"It's not what I worry about, I just don't want others to take what's yours!" Yan Ye's possessiveness was strong, just like Lian Xinying's.
Watching something that belonged to Yan Ye being taken forcibly by someone else felt like something of her own was being snatched away.
The urge to fight to the bitter end to reclaim it surged strongly.
