“Why didn’t you say anything? You have the right to ask,”ye Cong whispered into her ear.

Xin Ya’s eyes were a little evasive, but her heart was filled with joy.

It was probably because ye Cong had a promise of recognition.

“How long will you marinate it for?”Ye Cong suddenly asked.

“Half an hour.”Xin Ya lowered her head, not daring to look up.

Half an hour was enough.

Ye Cong carried Xin ya to the faucet, washed her hands, and carried her out.

Xin Ya did not understand. Ye Cong had already carried her out. Ye Cong sat down on the sofa and let Xin Ya sit on his lap.

Xin Ya:”…”

“That old man does not have the right to control my life,”ye Cong said arrogantly.

Xin Ya raised her head and looked at Ye Cong with her big eyes. Ye Cong didn’t avoid her and reached out to hold her hand. “Qian Yikun is right. I’m not a good person.”

“No, you’re a good person,”Xin ya hurriedly said. Although she didn’t know why Qian Yikun said ye Cong was a bad person, Xin Ya knew better than anyone that ye Cong was really a good person after spending more than two years with him.

Hearing this, Ye Cong chuckled. This was really a naive little girl.

In this world, the first person who said that he was a good person was probably the only person who thought that he was a good person.

“Back then, I wanted to kill Mo Fei,”Ye Cong said straightforwardly.

“Ah?”Xin Ya swallowed all the words that she wanted to continue because of this sentence. When young master Qian asked her for help back then, it was indeed because of Mo Fei’s injury. “Did you guys have a misunderstanding?”

Xin Ya’s voice was very soft. Ye Cong felt that as long as he said yes, this girl would immediately cheer.

“She killed my father,”ye Cong said without any emotion in his voice.

To him, father was just a synonym.

Xin Ya was completely speechless this time. In her world, killing people was a terrifying thing.

But in their world, it seemed to be a casual thing.

“Do you still think I’m a good person now?”Ye Cong reached out and pinched Xin YA’s chin, not letting her hide from him.

Xin Ya was forced to look at him. “I feel that none of you did it on purpose.”

After Xin Ya finished speaking, Ye Cong pressed on her shoulder and burst out laughing.

In that world, there was no one who did or did not do it on purpose. Whoever was ruthless would climb higher, and whoever had compassion would die.

This was the rule.

But at this moment, Xin Ya said these words as if it was a matter of course. It really shocked Ye Cong.

For people like them, there was never such a word as “On purpose”or “Not on purpose”in the dictionary.

Ye Cong hugged Xin ya and kept hugging her, as if he would lose her in the next second.

Xin Ya was a ray of light. She was not smart and was even a little weak. However, it was these things that he had long forgotten that lit up his life again.

“Little Bean Ya, you definitely don’t know how important you are to me.”Ye Cong hugged Xin ya tightly. His muffled words could not be heard clearly, but these were not important. It was enough that he knew what he had said.

Xin Ya did not hear him clearly and wanted to ask again, but ye Cong hugged her so tightly that she could not move.

She felt that ever since ye Cong confessed, he had always liked to hug her.

However, Xin Ya was somewhat annoyed. He did not say whether that woman was his fiancée. Should she ask again?