Outside Linghu Mingde's study, Linghu Tianchou and Fang Ranran were sitting together.
Linghu Tianchou had been eyeing the study door with suspicion. On one hand, he was carrying out his father's task to ensure no one could approach; on the other, he wondered why his father valued Lin Rui so highly and why he had kept him alone inside.
Fang Ranran then asked with a strained voice, "Uncle, aren't my aunt and my cousins at home today?"
Today was Linghu Mingde's grand birthday, yet Tianchou's wife and children were not at home.
"They went back to her mother's." Linghu Tianchou gave a bitter smile. "Her mother is ill, and she wanted to take the kids to see her."
Fang Ranran's expression was complex, both sad and helpless, "It's all my fault, my situation has put you all in a difficult position."
Actually, her aunt had previously been very good to her, truly raising her like her own daughter. Fang Ranran could feel that her aunt genuinely cared about her.
