The Domineering Boss is Addicted to the Convict novel Chapter 1278

Even though Zhuo Qianyun had heard the bodyguard calling Yi Jinli to report the incident and knew that with Yi Jinli's ability, he would bring Yiran back safely, she still had to hear it from Ling Yiran herself before she could feel at ease.

"I'm fine, Sis Zhuo. Don't worry," said Ling Yiran.

"That's good." Zhuo Qianyun breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, how's Lil Yan? I'll come and visit him next time I'm free," said Ling Yiran. It had been a long time since she visited the little one.

Zhuo Qianyun hesitated for a moment before saying, "Lil Yan's fine. He misses you too. Alright, I gotta go back to work. I have customers here. I'll talk to you next time."

Zhuo Qianyun said, quickly ending the phone call and putting away her phone. However, there were no new customers at her food stall at all.

She smiled wryly as she lowered her head. She just did not know how to tell Yiran. There had been so much going on these days. Yiran was pregnant, and she did not want her friend to worry about her.

It was just that the following days after Lil Yan was discharged from the hospital, her son kept having some bruises and minor injuries on his body. The kindergarten teacher also said that the child often had conflicts with other children in the kindergarten.

As for the reason, the teacher only discreetly mentioned that it had something to do with some of her experiences. Zhuo Qianyun immediately understood when she heard this.

Imprisonment. It had to do with her imprisonment. That experience was like a smirch branded on her forever, which also made Lil Yan suffer.

'I only want my son to grow up safely, but why is something so normal for all mothers so difficult for me?

'Also, can I really win the custody case?'

Zhuo Qianyun's eyes dimmed.

"I know. I won't let him end up like his father!" Ling Yiran said with great certainty.

With that, she turned and walked in the direction of the mourning hall.

When she walked into the mourning hall, she saw Yi Jinli standing in front of his father's memorial tablet as he had done last time, as still as a statue.

The yellow light fell on him, making him look lonely and cold.

"Jin!" she could not help calling out to him. Somehow, her heart ached every time she saw him standing like that.

He turned around slowly, and his dark eyes looked at her. Suddenly, he quickly walked toward her, put his arms around her, and leaned forward. He rested his head on her shoulder like an exhausted man who had finally found a place to rest.