"Waaah... Rather than let Aunt Lin Man figure it out and not want him either..."
Although it wasn't exactly appropriate, for some reason, Qin Yan suddenly felt like laughing.
The little girl's words were so filled with disdain. Probably, back then, when Qin Yan told her about Bo Yunshen, she had painted too flattering a picture, which made little perfectionist Qin Yinyin unable to accept this version of Bo Yunshen.
No matter how it sounded, her words didn't feel like dumping a man—it felt more like taking out the trash.
And Lin Man? In her narrative, she came across as someone picking through the trash, constantly eyeing the garbage in her hands.
If it weren't for Qin Yinyin being so young, Qin Yan might have even thought the child was doing it on purpose.
"Sorry."
Qin Yan spat out the two words, bent down to pick up Qin Yinyin, and walked out of the hospital room in her high heels.
She felt a pang of regret in her heart for having argued with Bo Yunshen in front of Yinyin.