Chapter 363: Are We Just Going to Let Him Get Away Scot-Free?

Seeing Yin Moran's actions, Lin Qian pressed her lips together and slowly walked up to him.

A surge of warmth spread through her hand as the man's dry, warm palm instantly enveloped her delicate fingers.

She raised her eyes and met the man's gaze, black and deep as an ocean.

His expression carried a trace of caution, as though afraid she might be upset.

Her heart softened instantly, just a little.

There was a mixture of tenderness and apology.

He was the proud and noble young master of the Yin Family, cold and aloof, yet he had an unyielding affection for her—a woman with neither pedigree nor connections.

So sweet.

"Old Yin, I've already informed Sister-in-law about the relevant matters on the way here, including Qinglan's feelings."

Behind them came Nangong Li's voice.

He glanced at the two of them, reached for the door handle, and said, "Qinglan is asleep? I'll go in and check on her."

"Hmm."