"Why are you crying?"
Zhan Hanjue raised his hand to wipe the sparkling tears off her face.
But Ye Ningwan immediately turned away, avoiding his hand.
Zhan Hanjue wiped at the air, his hand frozen mid-air.
"Are you mad?"
"Not mad." Ye Ningwan said softly, "I just feel desolate. It's so easy to send Lin Yue away. Is it going to be just as easy to send me away next time?"
"He's just being sent abroad for studying finance and management. Staying here, he would only think about painting. He is the heir of the Lin Group after all. You wouldn't want to raise a useless artist." Zhan Hanjue explained stiffly.
"But he doesn't want to..."
"No one is born being able to do whatever they want, only what they like to do. Especially him, the sole heir of the Lin Group." Zhan Hanjue interrupted Ye Ningwan.
Ye Ningwan was momentarily at a loss for words.
He had a point.
"Why didn't you tell me about Li Qingqing?" Zhan Hanjue asked again.
Ye Ningwan immediately showed a sad expression.
