Although she said this, Lin Yue's eyes still carried a touch of self-reproach.
Zhuo Xiangqiao pretended to casually take Lin Yue's hand in his, laughing, "Then today, we have the nerve to come over and freeload a meal from you."
Ever since Lin Yue had arrived, the smile on Lin Jingyun's face had not faded.
"The scenery in the courtyard is indeed a bit monotonous," Lin Jingyun said as he handed a glass of milk to Lin Yue.
"Not at all." Lin Yue took the glass of milk offered by Lin Jingyun with surprised gratitude. She looked at the courtyard before her—just some simple plants and flowers, which truthfully were quite monotonous.
"Uncle Lin, is it just you here by yourself?" Ever since they had arrived, they had only seen his secretary and no one else.
Lin Jingyun replied with a faint smile, "Indeed, it's just me here." There was a faint dimming of the smile in his eyes, but it quickly turned into a look of resignation.
