believe him.

What does he want to do?

Yi Xiaoling's heart tightened, anxiously trying to grab his hand, but Yan Shuhan didn't hesitate at all, and stepped out of the living room.

Just when Yi Xiaoling thought he was leaving Yi's house, he saw his footsteps stop.

Standing at the door, looking back at Yi Xiaoling.

The black eyes were deep, like a deep pool, filled with complicated light, and soon, he signaled to her to let her leave.

"Miss, President Yi is waiting for you in the study, let you go up there." The butler walked to Yi Xiaoling's side and spoke respectfully.

"..." Yi Xiaoling kept staring at Yan Shuhan's figure, still thinking about what he meant by those words just now. When he heard the housekeeper's words at first, he didn't respond.

"Miss, if you ignore Mr. Yi for Young Master Yan again, I'm afraid Mr. Yi will hate Young Master Yan even more." The butler couldn't help reminding.

"..." Yi Xiaoling raised his head and looked at the housekeeper.

There was a dazed expression in his eyes.

Soon, she recovered.

Yan Shuhan's explanation just flashed through his mind.

From now on, she can't have any disputes with her father...

Although she didn't understand the meaning of his words, she believed that his words must have his truth, and she just had to be obedient.

Yi Xiaoling bit her lip and forced herself not to think about it. Following Yan Shuhan's instructions, she turned and went upstairs.

The living room became empty.

There is only one Yan Shuhan standing at the door...

He stood upright, like a guard standing guard.

The noble figure, in the sun, the shadow is stretched very long, very long...

-

In the study.

Yi Haiyin stood in front of the desk. In front of him, there was an unfolded white paper, which had been pressed with an inkstone.

Holding a brush in his hand, Yan Ling is by his side, grinding for him.

A quiet and beautiful scene, with indescribable warmth.

When two people stand together, it's like the best things in the world are already in sight.

"Kacha——" The door opened, and an abrupt sound broke the harmony in front of me.

Yi Xiaoling pouted her mouth and walked in from outside, her eyes filled with grievances.

"You can't even knock at the door?" Yi Haiyin just lifted the hand of the brush and slowly put it down, opening his lips coldly.

Hearing this, Yi Xiaoling bulged his cheeks, and then exited the door, closed the door, and knocked twice.

"Dad, I'm here."

When he finished speaking, he pushed the door straight, walked in from the outside, walked up to Yan Ling angrily, and reached out to grab Yan Ling's sleeves.

"mom……"

"Your father is not really violent at you, he is just jealous." Yan Ling couldn't help but speak when he saw that both his father and daughter were having a temper.

"..."

"Xiao Ling, you must also remember that you are the Yi family's eldest, you can't always have your brother Han in your eyes." Yan Ling said the principle, but his hand quietly pinched Yi Xiao spirit.

Use your eyes to suggest, hurry up to coax Yi Haiyin.

"I don't have one. My favorite people are Mom and Dad. Brother Han can only be ranked third! No, if you include grandparents, grandparents and grandparents, Brother Han can only be ranked seventh at most."

Yi Xiaoling held his finger and counted seriously.

Hearing her words, Yi Haiyin's brush that had just dropped flicked, and the strength of the pen was not correct. He forcibly struck out a black ink on the paper, a good word, and the writing was broken.

He casually crumpled the paper into a ball, threw it into the trash basket, raised his eyebrows, "duplicate."