The Domineering Boss is Addicted to the Convict novel Chapter 1351

Zhuo Qianyun filled her prescription at the hospital. On their way back, Ling Yiran dragged her to the mall, saying she needed Zhuo Qianyun’s help as she wanted to buy some toys for Lil Yan.

"Lil Yan already has a lot of toys. Mr. Guo also gave Lil Yan some toys before this," said Zhuo Qianyun.

Ling Yiran said with a smile, "Kids won't complain about having too many toys. By the way, let's also buy some winter clothes for Lil Yan later. The weather is getting cold, and it'll be winter soon."

After picking out the toys, Ling Yiran went to the children's clothing floor with Zhuo Qianyun.

However, when Ling Yiran had paid and was ready to leave with Zhuo Qianyun after picking out the clothes, two figures walked into the shop.

Ling Yiran was immediately stunned when she saw the two.

What a small world. They did not expect to meet Ye Wenming and Kong Ziyin here.

They were stunned too. It seemed they did not expect to meet them here either.

Ye Wenming's gaze fell on Zhuo Qianyun's body, and he could not help frowning. She did not look very well today. Her face was dull, and her thin body only wore a coat that did not look very warm.

Clothes like that were fine indoors, but they could not protect you from the wind when you were outside.

'Won't this woman put on thicker clothes when she goes out?'

"What a coincidence. I didn't expect to meet you here." Kong Ziyin grunted and held Ye Wenming's arm more intimately as if declaring her territory. "Although we had some unpleasant encounters earlier, I'm not petty. Besides, Lil Yan will be my son too. I'm going to buy Lil Yan some clothes later. Zhuo Qianyun, you can take them back. Otherwise, the kid would have no decent clothes."

'I'll be free of worries once Zhuo Qianyun is dead!'

"Have you had enough? Ziyin's only being kind!" snapped Ye Wenming.

Zhuo Qianyun looked up, and her gaze fell on Ye Wenming's face. 'If I... had really saved him in the past, isn't it pathetic that the man I saved is now chiding me for the woman who framed me?'

Her gaze now contained a self-mocking sadness, making Ye Wenming's heart surge with an uncomfortable feeling. Her gaze was pressing his heart like a mountain. It was so heavy that he gasped for breath.

"What's the matter? Is there anything wrong with what I said? Ziyin has been so patient with you. What about you? How have you repaid her?" Ye Wenming said coldly, wanting to sweep away the heavy feeling.