When Old Master Leng opened the door to leave, he saw Wei Anning standing right at the doorway, holding a tray with tea and refreshments. The tea had already lost its steam, which showed that she had been standing outside for a long time.
A sharp look crossed his eyes, and without a word, he turned and descended the stairs.
Wei Anning stood still with the tray in her hands, her face as pale as paper.
Leng Youchen came out of the study and saw her standing there motionlessly. His heart tightened, and he took the tray from her hands, placing it casually on the decorative cabinet. He then firmly grasped her hand, "When did you arrive?"
"I heard your conversation with Grandfather. He doesn't agree with us being together, does he?" Wei Anning looked down and hoped to glean something from his expression.
Leng Youchen pursed his lips firmly, "Don't take Grandfather's words to heart, the person who will spend a lifetime with you is me."
"But..."
