Aesop repeatedly said it was too much, but the smile on his face remained unchanged, clearly not from the heart.
Yan Xiaye looked at him in silence, then paused and said, "Mr. Aesop, since you have already obtained the answer you wanted, can you let go of me now?"
Aesop's handsome smile was radiant, maintaining a meaningful tone: "I've received the answer I wanted, but what about Miss Yan?"
This deliberately mystifying attitude made Yan Xiaye quite displeased, but since the dance hadn't ended, she couldn't just turn around and leave.
Reluctantly, she responded indifferently, "…I don't understand what you're saying."
"Isn't Miss Yan even a bit curious about how a cold and elegant woman like Elisa made up her mind to have Mr. Li's child?"
Such secretive psychological activity, given Elisa's character, is impossible for her to tell anyone.
Vaguely aware that what the man truly wanted to say was not that simple, Yan Xiaye's heart stirred, her clear eyes slightly widening.
