Yang Yin changed her clothes, walked out of the bedroom, and saw Ye Qingyou with a somewhat dark expression in the living room.
She caught a glimpse of Youyou nearby, noticing something was off in the way he looked at Ye Qingyou, so she asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing."
The two men, one big and one small, surprisingly said in unison.
Yang Yin: ...
Seeing that they wouldn't say, Yang Yin didn't press further.
After all, it's normal for a father and son to have some little secrets of their own.
She went over to the side, picked up Kaixin, and said, "Then let's go."
The four of them got in the car and headed to the Ye family home.
On the way, Yang Kaixin kept staring straight ahead with wide eyes. This little child was very sensitive and seemed to have already sensed the changes at home, so she'd been talking much less these past two days.
Watching her, Yang Yin felt a pang of sorrow.
No matter what, children are innocent.
She sighed deeply.
