"Yan Ye, why do I feel like we're in some kind of palace intrigue?" Lian Xinying's fingers trembled as she typed.
This was completely different from her initial intention when she first founded the studio.
"It'll be fine once things get on track." Yan Ye had seen this sort of thing many times, so he was calm.
"Hmm... I've edited it. Do you want to take a look?" Lian Xinying held her phone in front of Yan Ye, hoping he could help her check it out.
After taking a look, Yan Ye didn't say anything, so Lian Xinying sent the messages out one by one.
Once the messages were sent, Lian Xinying's heart started pounding fast.
Until she received their replies, Lian Xinying had no idea what the outcome would be.
"Yingying, let's put the phone away and play with the child," Yan Ye pulled Lian Xinying off the sofa, leading her to where Miaomiao was.
Miaomiao had a small table and chair perfectly suited for her height; she could sit or stand with ease.
