Hehe da...
This woman, who does she think she is?
Cut ties?
Did they even have any ties?
So this call must be made, and the sooner, the better.
Of course, Gu Lingling didn't step out; she directly handed this task over to the now-silent young Yao Jingsong, ever since Zhao Si'en left.
So, when Liu Qing finally caught up on her sleep and lazily walked out of Gu Lingling's room, she saw that in the main house, Yang Yunhai was sitting there helping Grandma Yao with her yarn.
She rubbed her eyes hard, opened and closed them several times, and finally confirmed she wasn't seeing things, nor was there anything wrong with the way she opened them—it was indeed Yang Yunhai.
That cold stone face, the Yang Yunhai that would freeze you to death if you got within a meter of him.
Was smiling and helping Grandma Yao wind yarn.
Gu Lingling, you little brat!
