The next day, Lin Ping'er returned to the Mountain Village as usual, but when she came back in the afternoon, her face looked somewhat gloomy.
Bai Ruozhu furrowed her brows, took her mother's hand, and asked: "Mother, the old mansion didn't give you any trouble, did it?"
Lin Ping'er drew a deep sigh, "They don't have the time to bother with me, they're too preoccupied with their own problems. It's just frustrating to watch."
Hearing this, Bai Yihong also came over, looking somewhat worried, and asked, "What's happened?"
Seeing Bai Yihong's concern for the other side, Lin Ping'er became annoyed and glared at him, "Your beloved eldest brother is about to lose all the family's face. Only your father would protect him. If he were my son, he would have been kicked out by now. He pretends to be a scholar, but he's wasted decades on learning only to end up with nothing. The Wang Family's anger towards him is justified."
