Dong Xin Yan held her phone tightly, then let her hand fall weakly, her voice low and unbearably dry, "Ziyang... Auntie knows about me and Gu Ningyi."
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Cheng Ziyang and Dong Xin Yan hurriedly returned to the Cheng family home. The house was unusually quiet, and the atmosphere was exceptionally oppressive. Cheng Ziyang held Dong Xin Yan's hand as they walked in, her face slightly pale, her whole body unable to stop trembling with cold.
Cheng Ziyang clenched her hand tightly, as if trying to pass his warmth to her, his voice soft yet restrained, "Xinxin, don't be afraid, I'm here for everything."
Dong Xin Yan also wanted to stay calm, but after all these years, she understood Mrs. Cheng's personality well. Mrs. Cheng was kind, without class prejudice, very easy to get along with, but she had her limits. Once those limits were crossed, the consequences were serious.
