Han Fei'er was downstairs when Mr. Ling called her over.
She nervously looked at Mr. Ling, "Uncle."
Mr. Ling had just returned from outside and was still in his formal attire. Although no longer young, time had made him, like red wine, even more charismatic.
He stood in front of Han Fei'er, his expression indifferent. Before he could say a word, Han Fei'er hastily tried to explain, "I didn't do it on purpose."
Whether or not it was intentional, everyone had seen clearly at the stairs.
Mr. Ling did not argue with her but stated his intention, "You should not see Che anymore!"
"Why?" She was so fond of Ling Xiche, who was her sole faith.
"I won't allow Che to marry you, nor do I think you can be a part of the Ling family."
"I will try my best!"
"Some things are not meant to be yours. Please do not insist on pursuing them," Mr. Ling's expression was overly calm.
He was like someone refined, yet his words lacked any hint of emotion.
After saying this, Mr. Ling walked away.
