"Miss Donggong... tell me the truth, do you... like Chen Yi?"
After hesitating for a long time, the question was finally asked. Although there were doubts in his heart all along, this stupid girl was always so puzzling, so Yin Weiyin originally didn't want to ask. He just vaguely felt there was some meaning, plus a woman's mood, naturally not liking others to think about her husband.
Now asked, it's actually a relief, it's not that difficult.
Donggong Ruoshu turned her head to look at Yin Weiyin, her eyes widened, her lips were about to open.
Yin Weiyin seemed to perceive, saying: "Don't ask me back."
Miss Donggong had to close her mouth for a bit, hesitating, her eyes drifting to the top of the carriage.
"You wouldn't... not like him, right?"
Asking this, Yin Weiyin felt three parts delighted and three parts worried, the remaining four parts reserved.
