While her mother was resting, Yangyang immediately slipped out of the bedroom and went to the courtyard with Qing Ye to discuss what to do.
Qing Ye knew Junior Sister's personality.
Yangyang knew what her mother was like, too.
Now that they knew where the problem had started, everything was clear.
Since Ye Xiaoyao had made the decision herself, it would be difficult for anyone else to interfere.
Ye Qingxian knew Junior Sister's personality. She was as stubborn as an ox.
Once she'd made up her mind, nothing anyone said would matter.
Even if you could get through to her, she'd only give you a perfunctory "Mm-hmm" to your face.
Push her a few more times, and she'd start making things up.
"Mom Ye Qingxian, I'll sleep with you tonight." Yangyang grabbed Qing Ye's sleeve, utterly determined not to let a warm, cozy nest cloud her judgment.
"Aren't you afraid your mom will panic and run around in circles when she can't find you tonight?"
Yangyang gritted her teeth, then turned and went back to the room.
Running away wouldn't help.
She should talk it over with her mom directly.
"Mom, Mom."
Yangyang looked at the lovely figure lying on her stomach on the bed, feet kicked up as she watched the two eggs. She immediately squeezed over with a pitiful expression.
She forced her little head a tiny bit closer.
I gave Yangyang's cheek a gentle pinch. "What is it? You keep calling me."
"Can you stop making me incubate the eggs?" Yangyang's eyes welled with tears.
I frowned.
My plan had been to take this opportunity to raise Yangyang's talent to the five-hundred threshold, too.
The cost was a secondary concern.
Because I had a feeling that Yangyang absorbing the energy was only one reason my blood and