Sang Ran returned to her residence dispirited.
As soon as she sat down, Wen Qing gave her a cup of warm water and placed it in her hands.
"Xiao Ran, are you still going to endure this? Third Young Master has already cast aside father-son affection for her; how could things possibly be alright in the future?"
Hearing this, the water cup in Sang Ran's hand trembled.
She lowered her head: "Once Zhiyi goes abroad, everything will be fine."
Wen Qing, frustrated and impatient, said: "Do you really think that there will be no problem once Lin Zhiyi is abroad? Have you forgotten that the Gong Family's business spans several countries? Business trips are a frequent occurrence; each one lasts at least ten days to half a month. Who can guarantee what happens out of your sight?"
"Enough! Auntie, stop talking."
Sang Ran put down the cup forcefully, her face growing uglier.
Seeing this, Wen Qing frowned and a hint of impatience flashed in her eyes, but her tone softened a little.