The night was deep, and as it was time to leave, Lian He and Yiyi were reluctant to part.
Lian Qingyang had to drag Lian He away forcibly. If they stayed any longer, in case Sister Xiao Yue got angry, he would never have the chance to come over again.
Sister Xiao Yue seemed nice, but sometimes when she became stubborn, she could be utterly unreasonable.
"Xiao Yue…" Zhang Tingyu hesitated to speak before leaving. Today, Lian He's gaze towards Tang Yue was too odd, she didn't know if they had noticed anything amiss, but she just felt that Lian He's gaze was really…
Zhang Tingyu didn't know how to describe that look.
Lian He, in his suit and leather collar, looked mature and steady at forty-something years of age, a successful businessman. He was an entire generation apart from Tang Yue.
"What's wrong?" Tang Yue saw her like this and guessed that she was wrong, so she explained, "Tingyu, he... is my biological father."
