An Yin started to hate her "dad". If it weren't for him, Ms. An wouldn't have been so concerned, always reluctant to accept another man.
An Yin gently rubbed her head against An Ying's shoulder.
"What's wrong?" An Ying could feel her daughter's low spirits.
An Ying's soft and gentle inquiry soothed An Yin's anxious heart.
"I hope mom will be very happy from now on." This was An Yin's sincere wish.
Actually, she also wanted to say that she didn't want her mom to live alone forever. If there was a man to care for her, that would be great!
"With you, mom is very happy!" An Ying reached out and tightly hugged her daughter.
***
Tea room.
In a top-tier private room, Lin Yue sat in front of an antique red sandalwood table, took a sip of tea, and his eyes revealed satisfaction.
In front of him stood a woman in a qipao, her movements were like flowing clouds and water, as she brewed cup after cup of tea.
After a short while, the door of the private room opened.
