Han Family Manor.
After Han Luoli and Gu Xiaoer left, Wen Xin's birthday party couldn't continue. Everyone ate a few bites and then politely got up to leave.
Wen Xin, hailed as the proud Princess, had her eighteenth birthday party come to an end amidst anger and frustration.
Han Zaijing didn't even have dinner this time, locking himself in his study, silently brooding.
The study was unlit, and in the dim light, the eyes of the middle-aged man were shadowed with layers of dark currents, until completely shrouded in gloom.
It was a long time before Wen Zhiyan knocked and entered.
"Honey?"
Her gentle voice carried a hint of nasal tone, and she reached to turn on the lights in the room.
"Yanyan?"
Han Zaijing instantly retracted his hostility, seeing his beloved woman enter. He sensitively noticed her eyes were slightly red and quickly got up to ask with concern, "What's wrong?"
