"Alright..."
"Go."
After some thought, Han Xueying agreed.
She felt that she really needed to mend her relationship with her son.
The last incident had deepened the rift between mother and son significantly.
However, for some reason, Han Xueying felt a vague sense of unease, but this intuition wasn't very strong.
...
After leaving the house, Li Zhiyan looked at Yin Xueyang's pretty face, especially after the previous night.
Yin Xueyang's skin had become even fairer, her stunning beauty even more striking.
However, this type of allure seemed too provocative on Yin Xueyang. Perhaps it was a charm uniquely hers.
"Aunt Yin."
"Why don't we be together?"
"You could have children with me in the future."
Li Zhiyan's words made Yin Xueyang pause for a moment.
Then she said disdainfully, "Li Zhiyan, what nonsense are you talking about here?"
"You must have said this to at least five or six other women."