Xia Yunsheng seemed to be the calamity of his life.
Ling Xiche furrowed his brows but said nothing.
Meng Tingting smiled faintly.
He looked at Meng Tingting and held her hand.
The butler, seeing this, tactfully led the servants out.
Meng Tingting gazed at the man leaning toward her, gently stroking the sharply defined lines of his face. "Don't be upset. The Che you are now has already done well enough."
"As long as you think I'm good, that's enough." Meng Tingting's encouragement always filled him with strength.
The two sat together for a while. Meng Tingting sent Xia Yunsheng a text message, letting her know she'd arrived home safely to ease her worries. Then she held Ling Xiche's hand and led him upstairs.
After Ling Xiche finished his shower and came out, he saw Meng Tingting standing by the window with a violin resting on her shoulder…
As the former President's daughter, Meng Tingting was exceptional and proficient in various instruments.
