In the car, Bai Yiran recalled the expression on Bai Qiantong's face when he said goodbye to her in the restaurant, and she suddenly felt a deep sadness.
"What's wrong?" Discovering that his young wife was acting differently, Leng Yichen asked thoughtfully.
Bai Yiran sighed, "I just suddenly feel that Qiantong is very pitiful, always caught between me and the Bai Family. Now, he must be the one suffering the most."
"You don't need to feel bad." Leng Yichen wrapped his arm around his young wife and softly comforted her, "If he needs it, I can offer him help."
Bai Yiran leaned into Leng Yichen's embrace and gently shook her head, "No need, he won't accept it."
Leng Yichen didn't say anything, he adjusted his body so Bai Yiran could lean more comfortably against him.
Bai Yiran's small hand casually reached into his shirt pocket and, by chance, pulled out a box of mints. Bai Yiran opened the box and took a mint, putting it into her mouth, "When did you start eating these?"
