He always seemed to have more to say, and Leng Yu Yan stared at him in astonishment, her expression of confusion quickly turning into scrutiny.
Seeing her as if she was pondering something, Ye Yiheng added, "Father's orders are hard to disobey."
It indeed revolved around her father and mother, so Leng Yu Yan said no more. She relaxed a bit, no longer struggling against his hold.
A few steps later, Leng Yu Yan stopped, "May I go back to my room to get a change of clothes?"
"Of course."
With that, Ye Yiheng led her in a different direction.
Back in her room, Leng Yiran opened her wardrobe to get clothes.
Ye Yiheng, with his arms crossed, leaned casually against the wardrobe door, watching her movements.
When he noticed her pushing a brocade box deeper into the wardrobe with apparent disdain, he asked, "Last time I saw that brocade box, what does it contain?"
The brocade box was painted with two mandarin ducks, which made him quite curious.
"Nothing much."
