Ye Anran's expression was indifferent. Concerning Ye Guoli's foul countenance, she felt it was all irrelevant now.
Sometimes, after waiting for too long, she no longer needed those things.
Moreover... her gaze swept towards Mo Haihong.
It's possible that Ye Guoli can't even be considered her biological father. In that case, she found herself not hating him as much. After all, if there's no blood relation, his past mistreatment somehow felt less hurtful.
Bo Jinyu gently tightened his grip on her hand, squeezing it lightly twice in the center of her palm.
The gesture was tender, carrying silent comfort.
Ye Anran gave a faint smile and turned to look at him, her eyes brimming with mirth.
Telling him she was alright.
Seeing her composed expression, he nodded as well, his foremost concern was that she'd be in low spirits.
