After the meal, the old man excused himself and said he was tired. He went back to his room to rest.
Lian'e looked at her critically. "What degree do you have? What do you do for a living?"
Seeing that, Fu Xiao reached out to tug her arm, but she shook him off impatiently.
"Forensic pathologist." Shen Yin did not have the same patience for others as she did for the Old Master. She only replied indifferently and stood up to leave.
She did not have any special relationship with Lian Jing. There was no reason for her to stay here and deal with his aunt's questioning.
"I'll drive you." Lian Jing glanced at Lian'e expressionlessly and took the car keys from the butler before leaving.
"Shen Yin!" Lian Jing looked at the figure in front of him who was walking faster, as if she could not wait to leave. He suddenly felt powerless. "Is your heart made of steel?"
