"...I should never have been the one to go to your bed! All I ask is for you to stop hurting yourself like this. Can't you see how much it worries those around you?"
Ling Xiche coldly eyed her, "Who do you think you are? To seek revenge from you? You flatter yourself!"
He wasn't interested in her at all, nor did he ever notice her.
Leng Qinghan sobbed, "If it's not because of me, then... because of Xia Yunsheng?"
"...." Mentioning that name, Ling Xiche stilled for a moment, his eyes filled with more cold indifference and impatience. He commanded Butler Ling, "Kick her out, she's too noisy!"
He was burning up, his head aching. The sight of Leng Qinghan, the person he detested the most, as soon as he woke was enough to drive him to violence.
Butler Ling replied, "Young Master, Miss Leng is just worried about you!"
Looking at Leng Qinghan's condition, Butler Ling felt pitifulness for her.
"What, you want to get out with her?" Ling Xiche was becoming extremely terrifying.
