She angrily snatched her hand back.
Her small face, framed by rabbit-fur earmuffs, looked adorably cross.
"Then I don't want it. You keep it. Give it to her."
Shen Ningning spun around and left.
Xie Ming'an frowned, immediately striding after her.
"Why are you throwing a fit? What did I say to upset you now?"
Shen Ningning ignored him.
Her little feet moving quickly, she ran out of the Xie Mansion and climbed into her carriage.
Then she had Muchun and Wanchun relay a message to Xie Suzhi.
"Please tell my godfather that my studies at the National Academy have been very demanding lately. Once he's less busy too, I'll come back to visit him more often!"
The implication was clear: she wouldn't be back anytime soon.
A look of confusion appeared on Xie Ming'an's cold face.
He could only watch as the carriage rolled away over the snow.
He raised his voice, calling out coldly, "Shen Ningning, Shen—"
The carriage had already sped around the corner and out of sight.
