Because Miaomiao kept chattering in cat language near Yan Ye's ear, Yan Ye couldn't hear what Lian Xinying was saying too clearly.
"What did you just say? You don't want Miaomiao to like you?" Yan Ye's expression and tone were somewhat serious.
Could it be that Lian Xinying doesn't like Miaomiao?
But Yan Ye has been liking Miaomiao more and more.
The daughter is getting more adorable and prettier as she grows, just like a piece of art.
If Miaomiao clings to him in the morning, he usually goes to the company late.
Lian Xinying didn't want to repeat what she just said, so she casually brushed it off and focused on revising her artwork.
Yet for some reason, the more she revised, the less satisfied she was.
Perhaps that beautiful dream only exists in her dreams.
Trying to move it into reality, but feeling it doesn't fit with reality at all.
Before Yan Ye got up, Lian Xinying tore the artwork and threw it into the trash.
Yan Ye, on the bed, saw this scene.
