Bo Yunshen's lips twitched in the front—look, still, only Manman cared about him!
He didn't believe it. Saying this much, could Qin Yan still not feel guilty?
Hearing his words, Qin Yan reached up to smooth her hair and said with a smile, "Miss Lin, Yunshen dotes on Yinyin, and there's nothing I can do about it!"
"You wouldn't know, previously when Yunshen's back was whipped bloody by the old man, Yunshen was still holding onto Yinyin!"
"You don't have children yet, so you wouldn't understand! One day, when you have kids of your own, you'll fully grasp this feeling!"
Qin Yan couldn't put up with Lin Man's pretentious act anymore. After a brief pause, her response was even more cuttingly pretentious.
Since Bo Yunshen's sudden departure without a word eleven years ago, her heart and mind no longer had a place in his. For eleven years, all her unwavering devotion to him yielded nothing but excruciating pain.
She, Qin Yan, was not a masochist.