"Zhengzheng!"
Seeing Xiao Ye's face change, Tan Jincheng immediately stopped Tan Zheng.
But Tan Zheng stubbornly stood his ground, stubbornly looking at Xiao Ye.
Xiao Ye's gaze was a bit elusive; no one knew what she was thinking.
After a while, she slowly lowered her head to look at Tan Zheng, with a mischievous smile at the corner of her lips.
"No one has ever asked me whether I like it or not."
Her voice was very calm, her tone flat, with no fluctuations—betraying no emotion.
"When will you give my mommy back to me?" Tan Zheng asked again.
Xiao Ye laughed.
At this moment, the coldness at the corner of her lips seemed to fade a little.
She said indifferently, "I don't know, maybe a year, maybe two years, perhaps even longer."
"You said a minimum of five months, a maximum of one year!" Tan Zheng immediately retorted.
Xiao Ye quickly blinked, "Did I say that? Hmm, then I've changed my mind now."
Tan Zheng's small face instantly turned bright red—clearly out of anger.
