"Tell me about your grievances and misunderstandings!"
If Yan Ye didn't hear wrong just now, it seemed that's what his father said.
Does she have grievances and misunderstandings? Fine, he's all ears.
Of course, Yan Ye's tone wasn't as gentle as Father Yan's. If Lian Xinying listened to him and could speak up about her grievances and misunderstandings, it would mean her skin was getting thicker.
"It's nothing. Miaomiao isn't crying now, I'll take her to sleep first." Lian Xinying casually found an excuse, wanting to hang up the phone.
It's not that Miaomiao isn't crying, it's that Lian Xinying had made some milk, and now Xiaocheng is holding the bottle, feeding Miaomiao.
"Hey, Yingying, why aren't you saying anything? I finally plucked up the courage to wake him up, you can't just give up halfway! You must have something you can't say, right?" Father Yan wished there was some misunderstanding between them that could be resolved immediately, leading to reconciliation.
