Unfortunately, in the presence of her financier, she was angry but didn't dare voice it out; she didn't even dare to mention a single word.
Without hesitation, Ling Zhiyuan left the bedroom. He was well-dressed and glanced indifferently at Han Fei'er.
In the past, Han Fei'er had always taken the initiative to greet him, but this time, she did not.
The image of a respected elder had collapsed in her heart, and she didn't know how to face him.
As soon as Ling Zhiyuan had gone downstairs, Han Fei'er rushed into the bedroom. Han Ningyan had already left the bed, draped in a nightgown, her fingertips holding a woman's cigarette, as if deep in thought.
Anyway, Han Fei'er had already discovered it; Han Ningyan had no energy to cover it up anymore.
Without uttering a word, Han Fei'er snatched the cigarette from her hand, "How could you do this? Do you know who that man is? That's Che's father! How can you be together?"
