Ye Wenyue didn't know how to speak to her aunt, so she threw herself into Ye Binglan's arms and started crying, "Auntie, what should I do?"
Ye Binglan had never seen Wen Yue so distraught before, which took her by surprise. "Don't cry. What on earth happened? Tell your auntie everything, and I'll help you sort this out."
Ye Wenyue cried even harder, which left Ye Binglan utterly confused.
Only after Ye Wenyue had cried enough did she, between sobs, recount everything that had happened at home these past few days to Ye Binglan.
Ye Binglan was stunned. "This kind of story from a drama, it actually happened in our family?"
She had wanted to say something else, but seeing Wen Yue's ashen little face, she didn't dare continue. Her own niece was now a niece from the third house instead of the main house—how unpredictable life could be.
After consoling Wen Yue for a while, she took her back to the Ye family ancestral home.
