"Haven't you had dinner yet? Why are you coming back so late?" Lian Xinying saw him come back and went straight to the dining room, so she followed him and asked.
"Overtime." Yan Ye said and went to the washroom to wash his hands.
"Oh."
"Did you sleep well?" Yan Ye, drying his hands with a towel, looked at her slightly uneasy little face with his deep eyes.
His deep voice came through, and she nodded.
"Spit it out, what do you want to do?" Yan Ye sat down at the dining table, didn't immediately pick up his utensils, and turned his head to look at her.
Lian Xinying was taken aback, confronting his shrewd eyes, she felt somewhat flustered.
"I, I haven't done anything!"
"Since I came back, you have been following me. If you didn't have an ulterior motive, you wouldn't follow me." Yan Ye raised a sarcastic smile and tapped his finger on the table.
Lian Xinying felt as if she had been stripped naked, ashamed.
He was right.
If it wasn't for a reason, she wouldn't cling to him.