"Mom's coming!" Xiaocheng suddenly shouted, and Yan Ye immediately turned his head in the direction his son was looking.
Sure enough, he saw Lian Xinying running toward them.
Seeing Lian Xinying running, Yan Ye felt a fire burning in his heart.
Why does she look so anxious?
If she wasn't provoked, she wouldn't act like this.
Thinking of this, Yan Ye quickly ran toward Lian Xinying.
Lian Xinying saw Yan Ye running toward her, so she stopped in her tracks.
She bent down, supporting her legs with both hands.
Although the distance from inside the house wasn't far, she felt a little breathless.
The distress in her heart seemed about to overflow.
Soon, Yan Ye stood in front of Lian Xinying, grasping her arms to support her weight.
"Yingying, what's wrong?" Yan Ye had a hunch but didn't ask if it was about that matter.
Lian Xinying choked for a moment, then exhaled, not caring about anything else, directly looking up to meet Yan Ye's eyes.
