Qiao Yin looked at the tall figure standing in front of her, and the pain in her heart began to spread again.
He is still the same as before, protecting her in little things, giving her a hint of warmth.
If he didn't do this, she probably wouldn't have misunderstood that he liked her, wouldn't have fallen deeper and deeper, and wouldn't have married into the Lu family.
Wen Bilan was still ranting: "Lingche, I told you to get out of the way!"
Lu Lingche's voice was indifferent: "Mrs. Lan, I can handle things with Qiao Yin, you are not needed here."
Wen Bilan cried out: "Lingche, how can you still protect her? Yi was harmed by her and is still being rescued. Can't I even teach her a lesson? My poor daughter, she's so innocent and kind, only went to auction the necklace for charity, but was humiliated into suicide. Is there any justice left in this world?"
"I said, you're not needed here."