Yan Ye's expression was very serious, his brows exuded authority, "Mmhmm."
Even though admitting this was a bit embarrassing now, he couldn't deny it.
Lian Xinying's lips pouted as she placed the documents she was holding onto his desk, and for a moment, she seemed at a loss, unsure of what to say or do.
She had rushed over in a hurry just to confirm this matter with him, and now that she had her confirmation… she was bewildered.
Yan Ye had always treated her as if she was his own daughter, without the slightest duplicity.
Whatever she wanted, a simple look or word from her was enough for him to immediately get it for her.
She liked the feeling of being by his side and wanted to stay there, but why... why did fate play such tricks?
Seeing her rimmed eyes betraying the onset of tears, Yan Ye handed her the tissue box first.
