Yan Nanmo looked innocent: "Wronged, how would I dare to hide anything from you?"
Zhuang Xiyue snorted: "The words 'troubled mind' are practically written on your forehead. Do you think I'm blind?"
Yan Nanmo sighed, straightened her up, and looking into her eyes, said: "I've just been too tired lately, don't overthink it."
"Really?" Zhuang Xiyue stared at him doubtfully.
"Would I dare lie to you?" Yan Nanmo all but raised his hand to swear.
"I bet you wouldn't dare."
Yan Nanmo quietly let out a breath of relief.
"It's been half a month since Yun Ya left, and I don't even know if she's doing well abroad. Her phone has been off, do you think something could have happened to her?" Zhuang Xiyue was utterly worried, Yun Ya was dearer to her than her own daughter, and just after a few days apart, she already missed her, worried she wasn't eating well or dressing warmly.
