"What's wrong with the seven days?"
"Don't you still have Wang Shangyan and Han Xueying?"
As she spoke, Yin Xueyang couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness in her heart.
Even though she was already with Li Zhiyan.
But every time those two women crossed her mind, Yin Xueyang's heart felt unbearably heavy.
"Aunt Yin, don't joke around with me."
"There's nothing wrong happening at home, is there?"
Knowing Yin Xueyang wasn't in a convenient situation, Li Zhiyan didn't pull the curtains and just sat directly on the sofa.
He gently stroked the sofa, sensing how even this leather furniture had its own struggles.
It had been frequently soaked with water.
Yin Xueyang frowned slightly.
"There is indeed something unusual happening at home."
"Lately, I've been feeling like someone inside and outside the neighborhood is monitoring me."
"I don't know whether it's Zhou Yunfei behind it."
"Or if it's Wu Rongsheng at work."
"But I already have someone keeping an eye on them."
