Bai Yuejie looked at Shi Lingyan's retreating figure, feeling an urge to laugh, yet also recognizing a sense of her own sadness.
Bai Yuejie stood up. "I'll walk by myself."
Uncle Liu must not have left yet.
Uncle Liu, he would never abandon her.
Bai Yuejie's tears flowed emptily, with unsteady steps she moved towards the outside.
Sure enough, their car was parked in the villa's garden, just a few dozen meters from the door.
Uncle Liu saw Bai Yuejie coming out from afar and hurriedly got out of the car.
Bai Yuejie's crying became fiercer, and with grievance she shouted, "Uncle Liu!"
Uncle Liu was startled and quickly approached, asking, "Miss, what's wrong?"
Bai Yuejie couldn't say anything, her mind flooded with Shi Lingyan's decisively indifferent demeanor. She shook her head and said, "Let's talk in the car."
Uncle Liu knew Bai Yuejie all too well.
Whether Bai Yuejie was acting or truly heartbroken, he could tell at a glance.
Uncle Liu's expression grew grim.
