Wang Qingqing was referring to Lian Xinying's faked death.
Declared dead to the outside world, but actually alive.
But still, she wasn't active in society, just like she was dead.
Isn't this like an ant?
"Even if I'm an ant, it's better than being a prisoner." Lian Xinying curled her lips into a cold smile, "Do you have anything else to say?"
"You've cut off contact with Yan Ye, right?" Wang Qingqing collected herself, calming down.
Before dying, the person she thought about the most wasn't her current husband, nor her past husband, but her own son.
The wrongs she'd done to Yan Ye in the past brought tears to her eyes now.
Lian Xinying really didn't want to answer this question, but seeing Wang Qingqing seemed to have calmed down, she responded, "Yes."
"Oh, will you two be together again?" Wang Qingqing thought about how Lian Xinying had given birth to Yan Ye's two children.
