Lian Xinying ran to see Duran, asking him about the key, indicating that her thoughts were very clear.
"Yingying, you suspect Duran, why didn't you tell me first?" Yan Ye was happy that Lian Xinying wasn't an idiot. She had a brain and independent thoughts, but why didn't she tell him before doing anything?
Lian Xinying was taken aback: "I didn't suspect Duran! I just wanted to hear what he had to say. Is this a big deal? I didn't think it was necessary to tell you."
If Lian Xinying had determined something, she would definitely tell Yan Ye.
Seeing Yan Ye fussing over it, Lian Xinying rolled a piece of duck meat and held it up to his mouth.
Half an hour later, half of the roast duck Lian Xinying bought was left.
Yan Ye refused to eat more, and Lian Xinying couldn't eat any more either.
"It's so greasy... Why not take it home for our son?" Lian Xinying didn't want to waste it.
"The son probably won't like the taste." Yan Ye replied objectively.
