"Not bad."
Yin Ci's lips always carried a faint smile as she stood up, her hands braced against the glass counter in front of her.
Leaning forward, she continued, "Is it funny? We're at this point, and yet in your heart, you're still protecting him, not wanting him to get hurt."
These words made Wen Yiqin tremble, staring at Yin Ci in front of her with an incredulous expression.
Why would she know what I'm thinking?
Yin Ci could tell she'd guessed right. Wen Yiqin simply loved her son too much; she had already prepared everything for Shen Yunjia's future before the conflict. The last blow-up was most likely a spur of the moment, and now that she had calmed down, she wouldn't do it again.
Just looking at how Wen Yiqin talked with Shen Yunjia earlier, Yin Ci felt that it was somewhat pitiful.
Even now, her thoughts were still centered on her son.