Lian Xinying felt very oppressed, her chest was stuffy, and she struggled to breathe.
While Lian Xinying had been sleeping soundly just before, Madam Yan had meticulously sized up the girl.
Her son indeed had an eye for quality—the woman he was interested in was in a whole different league from the typical internet-celebrity face.
Lian Xinying's features were distinctly her own; one could tell at a glance they were naturally hers.
With such a face, it was impossible for people not to like her.
"Come downstairs with me," Madam Yan said upon seeing her awake, dropping the comment before heading down herself.
Lian Xinying splashed her face with cold water in the washroom to wake herself up and quickly found her phone to send Yan Ye a text: Yan Ye, hurry back—
After descending the stairs, Lian Xinying sat down on the sofa opposite Madam Yan.
The interrogation began.
"What's your name?"
"Lian Xinying."
Madam Yan was shocked: "What? Your surname is Lian?! You and Lian Jie..."