Lin Hanxing quickly went downstairs.
Yuan shaojing supported himself with his usual Black Dragon-head walking stick, and uncle hai stood beside him.
From time to time, he would say something to father Lei.
When he saw Lin Hanxing coming down, he raised his head and looked at her deeply.
The air was filled with the smell of sweet soup.
"Mr. Yuan, the study room, please."
Lin Hanxing's voice was cold and he wasn't surprised at all by Yuan shaojing's visit.
Yuan shaojing stood up.
He had thought that the Lei family would ask, but it turned out that he had been overthinking.
Even the excuse he had prepared was of no use.
Yuan shaojing looked at father Lei.
The lonely figure on the ground was constantly elongated.
There was a hint of envy in his eyes.
Back then, if he had been just a little braver ...
Would the result really be different?
………………
In the Lei family's study.
Lin Hanxing sat on the black leather chair.