"I can't," Yang Lingyun replied, his tone growing more insistent. "Let's go to a coffee shop."
"No!" Xia Lihua's voice was resolute, her eyes flashing with anger. "I have plans with Quan Kunjie, and I intend to keep them. Whatever you have to say can wait."
Yang Lingyun pulled Xia Lihua a bit closer and said in a low voice, "This is about your mother's will..."
Xia Lihua's annoyance at the close proximity was evident, but at the mention of her mother, her expression changed. What did Yang Lingyun know about her mother's will? This was an important matter, one she couldn't ignore.
Her lips pursed in frustration, realizing that Yang Lingyun was winning this round. She turned to Quan Kunjie, her voice apologetic. "We need to change the plan to a later date."
Quan Kunjie wondered what Yang Lingyun had said to make Xia Lihua change her mind so quickly. "When?"