Old Mrs. Song chuckled and turned to call Old Mrs. Wu, "Don't leave, I'll be there soon."
When Shi Yan returned to the top floor, Song Yun was lying on the sofa, holding his stomach with his hands, feeling better.
"Where's the medicine?"
"Just ate."
The boy's vulnerable side was unavoidably exposed in front of Shi Yan.
Shi Yan poured a cup of hot water and handed it over, "You still remember to call me."
"I heard from Secretary Wang that the old lady likes you very much."
Song Yun looked down at the water in the cup, and smiled helplessly, "My birth killed her precious son, I don't blame her."
It's not just Old Lady Song who thinks this way. Song Yun has also been carrying this obsession for so many years.
Shi Yan didn't know how to comfort him.
"Didn't you check it out?"
Song Yun smiled slightly, and the color of his lips gradually returned to normal. "I've been checked and have been taking medicine."
Shi Yan looked at the young man in front of her and instantly understood why Song Yun had always been so thin.
The boy's height and weight are not what he should have for his age.
"I heard you two were having a quarrel."
The topic shifted to Shi Yan. A hint of surprise flashed across Song Yun's face. His dark eyes kept staring at Shi Yan, "My brother loves you very much."
Shi Yan lowered her head and smiled.
Regardless of whether these words were true or not, Shi Yan was indeed very happy to hear them, and that special feeling in her heart surged up again.
"That's not the reason."
"You, you want a divorce?"
Song Yun is indeed a young genius, and he pointed out Shi Yan’s thoughts in one sentence.
Shi Yan met his gaze and nodded, "Yes, I have asked a lawyer to draw up a contract. Don't worry, I won't divide his property."
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