Shen Siyuan's face instantly turned deathly pale, her voice trembling, "Mrs. Lin?"
What does she mean?
Lin Zhiya said, "I usually prefer quietness, and my hobbies are old-fashioned—tending to flowers, drinking tea. You're young; you should go out more often with girls your age and shop around. There's no need to waste your time on me; you don't have to come over anymore."
Lin Zhiya, a woman born into a military family, even when dismissing someone, did so with grace and courtesy, never leaving them feeling degraded.
But her overly gentle words didn't change the core message.
It simply meant that Shen Siyuan was no longer welcome at the old residence.
Shen Siyuan also came from a distinguished family and had basic self-control. Even though she was desperate enough to jump up in anger, she clenched her fingernails and held back. She stood up with Lin Zhiya, trying her best to maintain her composure, but her ashen face betrayed her embarrassment, "I understand, Mrs. Lin."
