"What's going on?" At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the staircase of the villa. Then, a woman in home attire gracefully walked down from the second floor. Ling Chen glanced up and his gaze immediately locked onto her.
That woman was none other than Nanrong Wanqing's mother, Jiang Yue'e.
Seeing Ling Chen standing in the living room, Jiang Yue'e's brows slightly furrowed, and she asked in a tone neither cold nor warm, "What are you doing here? Wanqing doesn't want to see you anymore. Please don't disturb her life in the future."
Ling Chen's lips slightly curved, not even sparing a glance at Nanrong Wanqing beside him, "Miss Jiang, I think you might have misunderstood. I'm not here for her this time, but for you."
