063 An Ya's consideration

  Yang slowly climbed up the stairs, dismissed the butler, and suddenly looked ten years older. He knelt on the ground in agony, holding his head and sobbing quietly.

  "Dawn Moon..."

  The curtains of the study were drawn open, and the moonlight poured in, casting a layer of desolate light on the old man's figure, hopeless and bleak.

  A low sobbing sound, those who hear it are heartbroken.

  After a while, Yang Lao finally caught his breath and opened the safe in the study. He carefully took out an exquisite carved box from inside.

  He trembled as he opened the box, and it was a Rose Tear.

  The necklace is somewhat outdated, the chain has turned yellow, and the color of the gemstone is not uniform. This is a synthetic gemstone, which is not precious, it can be seen that the manufacturing materials are very rough.

  Its design is identical to RoseTear designed by Ye Chen, even the rose on the gemstone is exactly the same.

  "Xiao Yue..." Old Yang gently stroked this necklace, murmuring, tears falling like rain...

  The party continues downstairs.

  Yang Zekun intercepted Ye Chen, his warm eyes with a hint of inquiry, "What did you just say to my grandfather?"

  Ye Chen smiled, charming and elegant. "Yang Shao, today is Yang Lao's birthday banquet. What can I say besides wishing him a long life of one hundred years?"

  Cheng Anya's heart ached slightly, but Mingming Ye Chen was laughing so freely and unrestrainedly. Why did she feel heartache?

  As if hiding something.

  His body had an air of despairing sorrow, yet he laughed with such abandon.

  "Director Ye, congratulations are in order, but can we leave now?" Cheng Anya smiled, maintaining her perfect demeanor, knowing that Ye Chen had used her.

  But she didn't feel anything at all, and instead felt heartache for him.

  No matter what he says or does, his body language is undeniable.

  Ye Chen didn't want to stay here at all.

  Ye Chen tilted her head, the smile on her face slightly retracted, gazing deeply at Cheng Anya, and suddenly shifted her gaze.

  Isn't she angry?

  Cheng Anya always smiled in front of him, a mask he had long been aware of. But was she smiling angrily or falsely? He could tell the difference.

  At this moment, she seems neither angry nor hypocritical, but simply smiling and inquiring.

  She should be smiling and pointing at the mulberry tree now, shouldn't she?

  This girl is really elusive.

  This is the first time Ye Chen felt that a woman's heart was as unpredictable as a needle at the bottom of the ocean.

  "An Ya, how about I send you back later? After Grandfather rests for a bit, I'll introduce you two formally."