"What did Auntie say? Everything you did was for Brother Haiyin, how could you be too much? Besides, if Yan Ling wasn't a guilty conscience, how could he not even dare to accept your check?"

Tian Meiying's eyes flashed, looking at the soft-hearted Mrs. Yi, she hurriedly persuaded her.

"Yan Ling is an actor, and her best at acting is acting. Even Haiyin's brother was cheated by her. If her aunt let a notorious woman like her stay by Haiyin's side, it would really harm Haiyin's brother."

"..." Madam Yi heard Tian Meiying's words, and her frowned brows slowly unfurled.

Yes, everything she did was just for Yi Haiyin.

If Yan Ling was really so open, he would not leave without even a single rebuttal.

Maybe she is really guilty of conscience as Tian Meiying said.

"Auntie, you don't want to blame yourself now, but you should think about it. Yan Ling hasn't even accepted the check. Will she really leave Brother Haiyin? A woman like her with a scheming mind may not leave. If you pretend to be pitiful in front of Brother Haiyin, it is not the one who accuses you. Then, maybe Brother Haiyin will misunderstand you."

"She dare!" When Madam Yi heard this possibility, her face suddenly became cold.

The only guilt for Yan Ling disappeared.

-

As soon as Yan Ling came out of the coffee shop, she leaned weakly against the wall and saw curious glances from the pedestrians around her, only to realize that she was on the street.

He quickly reached out to wipe the tears from his face, put on a mask, and walked to the side of the road to stop the car.

He did not return to the crew, but returned to the apartment in despair, threw the key on the coffee table, sank into the sofa with his thin body, bent his knees, and hugged himself with both hands.

Finally couldn't help crying.

The forbearance of crying echoed in the small apartment, revealing distressing fragility.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and the sudden sound of text messages from the mobile phone in the bag awakened Yan Ling, who was immersed in grief.

She seemed to have recovered, hearing the ringtone specially set for Yi Haiyin, took out the phone from her bag.

Yi Haiyin: [Ling'er, where are you? 】

Seeing his text message, Yan Ling's tears finally poured into her eyes again, her trembling fingers stroked the name on the phone screen over and over again, as if to "Yi Haiyin" Carved into the heart.

The eyes are full of dismay.

After a long time, it seemed that a decision was finally made. With a slight movement of a finger, he edited a text message and sent it to him.

[At home, have you eaten yet? Can I cook for you? 】

Yan Ling's text message was sent, and received a reply in just a few seconds.

【Great. ] Only one simple word.

But she just knew that he must have been on his way.

Yan Ling got up from the sofa, walked into the bathroom, wiped away the tears on his face, and then turned to cook in the kitchen.

Yi Haiyin likes to eat meat. He looks very lean, but he has a strong body and a bigger appetite than she thought.

When she first cooked for him, she thought he had eaten very little, and he did not say anything. He opened his eyes and sat at the dinner table like an abused child, staring at her. There is no finished meal in the bowl.

She didn't realize that he was not full at the time, and she was particularly puzzled and asked why he was staring at her bowl.

Thinking he liked his bowl, he almost packed the bowl and asked him to take it away.

I don’t know how many meals he was hungry, but Yi Haiyin realized that if he didn’t say anything, he would never have enough to eat. He asked her innocently if the rice is now very expensive...