Yuan Zhihe had been thoroughly brainwashed, her mind filled with the narrative of Shanshan's ingratitude.
She was convinced that Cao Daqiang was the victim, and Shanshan was the ungrateful wretch who never knew how to be thankful as a child and turned her back on her own family as an adult.
"Who gave you the right to stand here and gossip about my daughter?"
The words had barely left her mouth when Ling Anxun appeared in the doorway.
He was wearing a crisply tailored black trench coat.
The hallway light fell on his face, illuminating his calm yet oppressively intense gaze.
The moment Shanshan saw him, her eyes lit up.
She immediately looped her arm through Ling Anxun's, pressing close to his side.
The sight of him made Yuan Zhihe freeze on the spot.
She had long heard that Ling Xueshan's father was handsome, but she had never run into him before. She hadn't expected to see him in person today.
The rumors weren't an exaggeration; if anything, they were an understatement.
