Mu Jingsheng looked embarrassed, "Xia, my daughter is pregnant and can't take good care of you."

Ye Xia was silent.

She also knew that she was not normal. When she was sick, she didn't recognize anyone and was afraid of hurting Ye Yun.

But she had just found her daughter, how could she bear to leave, let alone for an old woman who was at odds with her.

In fact, Mu Jingsheng really wanted Ye Yun to go with them.

His hometown is in Lin'an, his career is also in Lin'an, Lin'an is his ancestral root, and he hopes Ye Yun will go back to Lin'an with him.

But Ye Yun didn't go.

For Ye Yun, this is her roots.

Mu Jingsheng felt very embarrassed. He sighed, walked out, squatted at the door, and smoked a cigarette helplessly.

"well……"

A sigh reached Ye Yun's ears. Ye Yun looked at Mu Jingsheng's back and silently held Ye Xia's hand.

Because she noticed the coldness in Ye Xia's eyes.

After being together for so long, in her eyes, her mother has always been dependent on Mu Jingsheng. She is fragile, obedient, and even well-behaved, and she is content to stay under Mu Jingsheng's protective wings.

But at this moment, her mother, who was also looking at Mu Jingsheng's back like her, had a cold look in her eyes.

Needless to say, she hated the old woman so much that she even disliked the only person she remembered when she was in a daze.

Mu Jingsheng, he shouldn't have mentioned that.

But in the end Mu Jingsheng went back.

It was drizzling that day. Ye Yun was helping out in the store. Mu Jingsheng's car slowly stopped in front of the store.

But no one dared to get off the bus.

Ye Yun didn't go out either, but asked Tian Xiaohui to take some mung bean cakes and send them out.

Tian Xiaohui came back and said, "Aunt Ye was furious. Uncle Mu had several red marks on his neck."

Ye Yun was flipping through a book and didn't respond.

She remembered that the little spider had not yet finished weaving its web, and Mu Jingsheng had ordered the workers to throw the spider and the shelf out of the store.

But fortunately they still come to see her.

Just as I was lost in thought, a tall figure holding a black umbrella walked into the store.

"Give me a copy of your family's signature dish."

The slightly cold voice seemed to carry an innate dignity. The woman's long black hair hung behind her head, her face was fair, and she looked at Ye Yun coldly, with a hint of contempt inadvertently revealing in the corners of her eyes.