This was the old man's room. Ling Xiche had been sitting by the bedside ever since he sent his father away, constantly keeping watch.
Everyone could see that he felt guilty, so no one blamed him further.
After all, Han Fei'er was no longer there.
Just at this moment, Ling Xiche's aide-de-camp came in from outside and said to him, "Young Master, Miss Fei'er is here again."
"Didn't I ask you to send her home?" Ling Xiche frowned.
Whenever he heard Han Fei'er's name now, he felt irritated.
"I don't know, Sir, she's currently at the entrance of the General's Mansion, the guards won't let her in and she called me. It's snowing heavily outside and she is pregnant, perhaps you should check on her?"
Han Fei'er was incredibly willful, always only listening to Ling Xiche's words.
Ling Xiche frowned, stood up, and followed his aide-de-camp outside.
He knew Han Fei'er's stubbornness.
He intended to give her a good scolding.
