Mu Jingsheng looked troubled. "Xia, my daughter is pregnant and can't take good care of you."
Ye Xia fell silent.
She knew she wasn't normal; when she had an episode, she wouldn't recognize anyone, and she 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 she didn't get along with?
In fact, Mu Jingsheng really wanted Ye Yun to go with them.
His hometown is in Lin'an, and his career is also based there. Lin'an is his ancestral home, and he hopes that Ye Yun will return to Lin'an with him.
But Ye Yun didn't go.
For Ye Yun, this is where her roots truly lie.
Mu Jingsheng was in a dilemma. He sighed, walked outside, squatted down by the door, and started smoking a cigarette, completely at a loss.
"well……"
A sigh reached Ye Yun's ears. Ye Yun looked at Mu Jingsheng's back and silently tightened her grip on Ye Xia's hand.
Because she noticed the coldness in Ye Xia's eyes.
Over the years they've known each other, her mother has always been dependent on Mu Jingsheng. She is fragile, obedient, and even docile, comfortably staying under Mu Jingsheng's protective wings.
But at this moment, her mother, who was also looking at Mu Jingsheng's back, revealed a coldness in her eyes.
Without a doubt, she hated that old woman to the core, to the point that she no longer liked the only person she remembered during her delirious period.
Mu Jingsheng, he shouldn't have mentioned it.
But in the end, Mu Jingsheng still went back.
It was drizzling that day. Ye Yun was helping out at the shop when Mu Jingsheng's car slowly pulled up in front of the shop.
But no one dared to get out of the car.
Ye Yun didn't go out either, but only had Tian Xiaohui take some mung bean cakes out.
When Tian Xiaohui came back, she said, "Aunt Ye was furious. Uncle Mu has several red marks on his neck."
Ye Yun flipped through her book, not responding.
She remembered that the little spider's web hadn't been finished yet when Mu Jingsheng ordered the workers to throw the spider, along with the shelf, out of the shop.
Fortunately, they will come to see her again.
Just as I was lost in thought, a tall figure carrying a black umbrella walked into the store.
"Give me one of your signature dishes."
Her slightly cold voice seemed to carry an innate nobility. The woman's long, black hair hung down her back, her face was fair, and her cold gaze looked at Ye Yun, with a faint hint of contempt inadvertently showing in the corner of her eye.
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