Yan Xiaye nodded lightly, then looked at Li Yuntang for a long while, confused, and asked, "Younger Uncle, how did you manage to do it?"
Last time they met, Mother Yan could hardly contain her anger toward her presence.
"Don't worry, I didn't threaten Auntie Yan." Seeing the implied worry in Yan Xiaye's expression, Li Yuntang lowered his eyes, his gaze locking tightly onto her slightly tense face, his tone remaining calm and graceful, "Xiaye, perhaps I am not in a position to say this, but I hope you understand, in this world, no feeling can be forced, do you understand?"
Yan Xiaye was stunned for a moment. She believed that recently she had kept a good distance from the Younger Uncle, and had not shown any improper intentions. The Younger Uncle probably wouldn't have hinted at her in his words.
Did that mean that the emotions he referred to were about the kinship between her and her mother?