Lian Xinying was stunned.
She had never associated these two things together before.
Yan Ye had cut off ties with Wang Qingqing long ago; without having someone watch her 24 hours a day, how could he possibly know what she was up to?
"Mom, you don't like Yan Ye, so everything can be attributed to his fault," Lian Xinying spoke patiently, not asking her to drop her prejudice immediately, but hoping she would take her words to heart, "He and Wang Qingqing have clearly defined their boundaries. Could you try to see him as an ordinary person?"
"It pains me to think of you marrying him," Su Rong understood what Lian Xinying was saying all too well.
Su Rong didn't want to make things difficult for Lian Xinying, but her aversion to Wang Qingqing had penetrated deep into her marrow.
Yan Ye was Wang Qingqing's biological son; he and Wang Qingqing must share some similarities.
Seeing Yan Ye's face would automatically bring Wang Qingqing to mind.
