Under the night lamp, Ling Xiche's expression seemed a bit more solemn. Maybe he had wronged her!
Leng Qinghan is not the same kind of person as Han Fei'er.
He looked at her, saying, "Sheng treats you well because she hopes you and I will be together. She really considers you a friend, and when you make a request, she certainly won't refuse. Let's drop the matter today. But in the future, if I find that you are deliberately trying to harm her, don't blame me for being rude."
After saying this, Ling Xiche went directly into the house and upstairs. Soon, the light in his room was turned on.
Leng Qinghan still stood in the same spot, right where she had just been speaking with him, her fists tightly clenched.
At night, all the lamps in the General Mansion would be lit. Leng Qinghan stood alone in the yard, looking at his illuminated window, her eyes growing cold.
He seldom spoke to her; it was rare for him to say so much. Was it all because Xia Yunsheng had accused her?
