Ye Rongyuan was lost in thought for a long time. Just as he suspected, his mom, his sister, and Ann had some secrets they didn't know, or perhaps weren't allowed to know. He wanted to ask something, "Mom, does Dad know?"
"You should ask him," Old Mrs. Ye replied. She hadn't discussed such matters with her husband and hadn't thought to ask him either. They maintained a sense of boundaries, not crossing them, not breaking them—understanding each other was enough.
Ye Rongyuan wanted to ask more but was interrupted.
"Alright, you've already asked two questions," Old Mrs. Ye reminded him.
"But you only answered one!" Ye Rongyuan felt frustrated, as if his questions were in vain.
"Well, maybe you should choose better questions to ask," Old Mrs. Ye raised an eyebrow. "I thought you'd ask me about Ann's mind-reading skill."
"Right!" Ye Rongyuan slapped his thigh. "Mom, how does Ann have a mind-reading skill? Why don't I?"