Su Yueran returned to the villa. Half an hour later, Lin Qingyuan called.
Now, just hearing Lin Qingyuan's voice made Su Yueran's heart tremble.
"Well done, Su Yueran. You know how to look for external help now, right??" Lin Qingyuan played with the teacup in his hand with a calm expression.
"I didn't look for her. She came over herself." Su Yueran lowered her head, her expression dark.
"Don't think that Xia Wanyuan can help you this time and will help you in the future." Lin Qingyuan warned Su Yueran coldly. "Stop thinking about nonsense. If I find out that you have other thoughts, don't even think about the child in your stomach."
"Yes," Su Yueran replied with a wooden expression.
Lin Qingyuan hung up the phone and the butler walked forward. "Young Master, Miss Wei is here."
Lin Qingyuan raised an eyebrow. "Go and take out my precious tea leaves."
"Yes."
