Yan Song furrowed his brow, unable to understand.
A vague suspicion lingered in Yun Ya's heart; for a woman to do something like this, it often boiled down to love...
Ha... The men of the Yan Family's second branch are always in demand, with women fighting tooth and nail to win them over, resorting to all sorts of despicable means.
"Stop guessing; I'll tell you why." A steady voice suddenly came from outside the door, and Yun Ya looked up to see Zhuang Xiyue walking in.
"Aunt Zhuang, what brings you here?" Yun Ya hurriedly stood up to welcome her.
Zhuang Xiyue smiled as she held her hand, "I came to see you all. Have you had dinner yet?"
Yun Ya shook her head, "Not yet."
"I figured as much. Ah Yun, bring the food in, please."
Ah Yun came in with a food box, opened it, and laid out two plates of dishes and two bowls of plain porridge, "Don't go hungry; we can talk while eating."
