"Go home then. You haven't been resting well lately," she said in her usual warm voice. She had never thrown her temper before, no matter what kind of trouble Bai Luoyin brought for her and no matter how much Bai Zhenfeng protected his daughter boundlessly. It seemed as though Wei Lan had already killed all the temper left in her body. She smiled as usual and gave her usual gaze.
"I…" Bai Zhenfeng did not dare to be righteous like before. He was just like a small child who had done something wrong and was deadly afraid of the woman smiling peacefully.
"Let's go." He placed his fist by his mouth and coughed lightly. As he said, he was going to put his hand over Wei Lan's shoulder, but Wei Lan took a step back and left Bai Zhenfeng's hand hanging in the air. His face tensed up.
