"Gone, gone, Beicheng, could you step out for a moment? I have something to discuss with Shuirou alone."
Mother Yan shifted her gaze back to Yan Xiaye, her affection clear and undeniable: "I haven't seen this child for just a few days, how did she become so thin."
In comparison to Yan Shuirou, who lived in opulence and privilege relying on the Li Family, Yan Xiaye had never been overly greedy for money, nor indulgent in food, and the five years in prison had completely ruined her health. At first glance, her delicate and slender figure appeared pitiable and frail.
If it were a long time ago, receiving such concern from Mother Yan could have kept Xiaye happy for days.
However, at present, she was well aware that this so-called concern was merely obtained through a pretend identity, thus she remained indifferent and kept silent, not expecting Li Beicheng to rescue her.
