Leng Lin, of course, also knew that this husband and wife were putting on an act, but playing such a role must not be easy.
His sigh was naturally out of pity for his son, daughter-in-law, and his eldest grandson.
"Xiao Qian, don't be too upset. Zimo likes this child, which means you still have a chance!" Aunt Su comforted Luo Xiaoqian as she couldn't hold back her tears.
It was hard for Luo Xiaoqian to return, and now things have turned out like this. Although she was just a maid, she already considered everyone in the Leng Family as her own family, and naturally, she felt sad too.
Seeing Luo Xiaoqian's difficulty, Leng Lin immediately said, "Xiao Su, go prepare dinner. I have a few words to say to Xiao Qian!"
"Okay!" Aunt Su sighed heavily, quickly tidied up the garden debris on the floor, and went downstairs.
Leng Lin and Luo Xiaoqian walked into the study together and closed the door. The old man looked at her face with heartache, "Xiao Qian, I'm sorry you have to suffer."
