Relaying the heard rumors to Qin Yiren, Yan Xiaye took another glance at Bo Jinghang's somewhat gloomy face and, seizing the last bit of time, uttered one last sentence.
"Yi Ren, you have time to gradually accept these things, but your mother..."
"I know."
Qin Yiren's face was tangled as she lightly bit her lip, holding Yan Xiaye's fingers, which were a bit cold, enough to prove that her heart was far from as calm as it seemed.
Gently letting go of Yan Xiaye's hand, she said with a slightly hoarse voice, "I want to say hello to Jinghang. Xiaye, you came all the way from Jianghai, and I would like to invite you to stay, but I need to ask Jinghang's opinion."
Although Li Yuntang's roots are in Jianghai, he has invested properties all over the country. As Mrs. Li, Yan Xiaye certainly does not lack a place to stay.
However, the thought of preventing Bo Jinghang from secretly taking Qin Yiren away again...
