Lin Chuxia let out a soft laugh. She had to admit, Qin Yang's thoughts warmed her heart.
A little unreasonable, if Qin Yang asked about his life with Lin Jiayi, she would feel jealous.
At this moment, Lin Chuxia felt even more guilty.
In handling this matter, she really had overlooked Qin Yang's feelings too much.
Reaching out to hug him, her voice soft and gentle, "You might not believe it, but in our past life, we never met. You were busy with work, rarely home, and Mother Lin was afraid I'd live too well and provoke Lin Jiayi. Not to mention you, even Lin Jiayi I rarely saw."
For some reason, hearing Lin Chuxia say he was busy with work, rarely home, made Qin Yang secretly sigh with relief.
"Alright, it's getting late. Let's sleep a bit more."
Qin Yang put her on the pillow, looking into her eyes as he spoke.
"Can you sleep? Do you want to do something to distract yourself, so you won't dwell on unimportant things?"
