"What do you plan to do?" Lian Xinying bit her lip, feeling conflicted and helpless.
"We'll talk about it when the time comes," Yan Ye didn't share his plans with Lian Xinying.
Whether he didn't want to tell Lian Xinying or hadn't figured out what to do yet was uncertain.
Lian Xinying felt the former was more likely.
When Lian Xinying got home, she felt so exhausted that all her limbs were weak.
She didn't want to move at all.
Miaomiao was standing by the sofa, watching Lian Xinying with her eyes, and quietly reminded her, "Didn't you say you would buy me something tasty, Mom? Where is the tasty stuff?"
She didn't see Lian Xinying bring anything back.
Could Mom be lying?
Lian Xinying squinted her eyes and glanced at her daughter, who looked puzzled.
With that chubby look, still thinking about food...
"Aren't you afraid of becoming a little chubby? You won't look good as a little chubby," Lian Xinying threatened Miaomiao, forgetting to buy her the tasty treat.
