When Shan Ling heard her father's words, she was already nervous. She quickly explained, "Dad, this isn't Han Xing's fault."
"Enough!" Shan Qingyuan interrupted her in a deep voice. "I can judge that on my own."
"Butler Zhang, pack Third Miss's luggage. Your mother is already waiting for you in the main hall. Give her a diagnosis. You're finally back today. Remember to visit the families in the Northern Province tomorrow, understand?"
Shan Ling took a deep breath and nodded. "I understand."
Shan Qingyuan didn't plan to pursue Han Xing's matter. The Shan family couldn't afford to cause a scandal over a small matter.
Seeing Shan Qingyuan's attitude, Shan Ling heaved a sigh of relief and hurriedly brought Han Xing to the main hall.
In the main hall, a beautiful woman was already sitting. Time had not left any traces on her face. Her eyes were very similar to Shan Ling's. She was Shan Ling's mother, Meng Wan.