Marriages Are All the Same—Early or Late

"Okay."

It seemed like there wasn't much fluctuation in Shen Zhilie's faint voice. Shen Zhilie looked down at Ye Qianqian and said softly, "I know what happened."

Ye Qianqian looked up at him, shocked.

Shen Zhilie could see as clear as day the sadness in Ye Qianqian's eyes. He reached out and gently stroked her face. "You told me this yourself. Did you forget about that?"

Ye Qianqian was silent for a moment. "Did I tell you?"

"Well..." Shen Zhilie seemed a bit speechless. "A few days ago you told me the first time you called me."

"Is that so...?" It suddenly occurred to Ye Qianqian that she had. "Yes, I did tell you," she nodded.

"You told me that Fang Tongtong was crying a lot after that and that her mother was also very upset about it. That was what you told me."

"Well then, do you have any idea why I called you?"

"Why?"