When Mu Yunlie approached, Yan Qianyi was about to speak, but he strode past her, brushing past without stopping.
She stood there, mouth slightly agape, frozen in place.
It seemed he was quite angry...
His footsteps as he ascended the staircase were heavy, growing fainter behind her.
After Mu Yunlie had gone upstairs, Aunt Xue quietly asked Yan Qianyi, "Miss, are you sure you didn't have an argument?"
"No, it's just a bit of a misunderstanding."
"What about these flowers..."
"Just throw them out now."
Aunt Xue nodded, "Miss, whatever the misunderstanding is, you should go and explain it to the son-in-law. He really treats you well usually, don't hurt his feelings."
"Okay, I know. I'll have a drink of water first."
Aunt Xue took the trash bag with the roses and threw it out.
When she returned, she saw Yan Qianyi sitting on the sofa eating fruit and exclaimed, "Miss! How can you still be sitting here eating!"
