"Nian Nian wants to deny it?" His voice was hoarse and seductive.
Qiao Nian glanced at him, her clear eyes clearly unable to keep up with his rhythm. "What do you mean I'm denying it?"
When did she deny anything?
She didn't seem to have done anything of that sort.
"Aunt Ji is your biological mother and my future mother-in-law. How could it not have anything to do with me if it's about my future mother-in-law?"
Ye Wangchuan propped his long legs up, his eyebrows relaxed. His arm was on the couch, and the new wound on his left palm was quite conspicuous.
Especially after soaking in the water, the flesh on both sides of the wound turned white from the blisters. It was a shocking sight.
Qiao Nian had offered to dry his hair because she saw the cut on his hand.
