After heading upstairs, Deng Yuyuan slumped bonelessly back into the recliner, asking casually, "Do you know Meng Deyin?"
"Of course. He's the mentally ill youngest son of the Meng family. When my brother and his wife took Little Shu to see a doctor, they even asked the Meng family to recommend a good psychiatrist." Wei Yin tried to pull Deng Yuyuan out of the recliner but failed, so she sat down next to her instead. "I heard he fell in love with a village girl and made a huge fuss about going to the countryside two years ago. Apparently, that village girl even had a child, though she was divorced. A few days ago, he ran off to the girl's hometown and either rented or bought a house there. But it turned out the girl wasn't even living at home, and he went crazy looking for her—"
Wei Yin's voice abruptly cut off. She suddenly stared at Deng Yuyuan. "Don't tell me... the person he likes is you."
"Alright, I won't tell you," Deng Yuyuan smoothly played along.
