He Yanrong increasingly felt that there might be something called destiny. Ever since she met Li Zhiyan, he always showed up whenever she was in danger.
And he would throw himself in harm's way to shield her. Just now, watching Li Zhiyan block in front of her, He Yanrong couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions deep inside her.
Some of her decisions also started to lose their firmness under the persistent erosion of sentimentality.
"Aunt, I often travel for work, passing by the area. I saw Jin Muxue get off the car, along with Evelyn, and that Liu Nini—I've seen her photo before."
"At the time, I sensed something might be off, so I followed them here."
"Hmm..."
He Yanrong's heart was flooded with warmth, while Lai Feifei began noticing something unusual.
"Zaizai, you know that Evelyn?"
"Aunt, you know her too?"
"Never met her. I'm just curious how you know such a mixed-race woman."
