On the second floor of the villa, the partially open door slowly swung open, revealing the figure of Wang Ma in her pale beige nightgown. She sighed and descended the stairs, her gaze falling upon Lin Ruoxi, who sat downstairs crying all alone.
Approaching Lin Ruoxi, Wang Ma squatted down, gently patting her trembling shoulders. "Miss, please don't cry too much, it's not good for your health."
"Ma..." Lin Ruoxi, with teary eyes, looked up at the kindly Wang Ma. She suddenly leaned into Wang Ma's embrace, choking out her words. "Ma, Yang Chen told me he doesn't want me... He's looking for other women..."
Wang Ma continued to comfort her, patting her back. "Miss, Master Yang was just angry and didn't mean it. If he truly didn't want you, he wouldn't have said so much. He loves you deeply, that's why he's so upset."
