Mou Ye wobbled a bit and her petite figure quickly vanished outside the door. Ye Xuan chuckled and shook his head, wondering why he enjoyed teasing the young girl so much; no wonder Jiang Zheng always laughed at him.
"Mom, why are you here?" As soon as Luo Ye entered the room, she found Wen Xin sitting at the edge of her bed, lost in thought.
Wen Xin smiled, pointing to the space next to her: "Ye'er, did you go to see Ye Xuan?"
"Yeah, I was planning to return the ring to him, but he said if word gets out, what would I do when others ask about the ring? It made sense, so I took it back." Luo Ye hugged Wen Xin: "I've finally resolved one thing on my mind."
"Yes, Ye'er, being pretty is also a burden for girls. But then again, who doesn't want to be pretty, right?" Wen Xin embraced her daughter: "I've been thinking all day about who would be worthy of marrying my daughter. But rest assured, Ye'er, your dad and I will never let you become a victim of a political marriage."
