When the banquet ended, it was already quite late. Wen Yanqing sent her home and left after watching her enter.
Surprisingly, Mr. Lin was still awake. In front of him were numerous discarded mangosteen peels. Seeing her enter alone, his expression seemed a bit displeased. "Where's Yanqing?"
"It's too late, so he went back first."
"You, I can't believe you." Mr. Lin scolded her, "He is at the doorstep, and you didn't even invite him in for a cup of tea. You have no manners at all."
Lin Gantang raised an eyebrow. It seemed quite inappropriate to invite someone in at such a late hour.
"You lack understanding. How did Yanqing end up liking you?" Mr. Lin sighed with a tinge of sadness. "He's a good young man, and yet he's fallen into your hands."
Lin Gantang could hear her father's grief and indignation when he said that a good man had been ruined by his daughter.
It was unbelievable.
