Han Yun'er, who was feeling stifled and depressed, instantly teared up after she heard his comforting words. Her voice was choked as she said, "Thank you, Uncle Butler."
The butler sighed and didn't know what else to say. After instructing the chauffeur to send her home, he turned and returned to the main house.
She seemed to still hear Han Xue'er raging at people inside even after the door had closed.
Her eyes reddened with rage as she gazed steadily at this luxurious mansion, and her heart filled with jealousy.
Han Xue'er, you have so many good things and people treat you well. If you're not going to cherish them, why aren't you giving them to me?
Her thoughts drifted to Han Qiqing.
They were both Hans, but their fates were vastly different.
