Zhuo Yue stood at the door, watching the deep affection between the siblings, and for some reason, he felt particularly uncomfortable in his heart.
He went downstairs and asked the old butler to find a woman in her forties or fifties to take care of Ye Lantian's daily life.
As the old butler was about to leave and opened the door, he saw the girl standing outside.
The old butler turned back and shouted into the living room, "Young Master, Miss Ningyue is here."
Zhuo Yue's face showed a slight startle, and as he looked up, he saw Ye Ningyue approaching.
Subconsciously, he glanced upstairs and, thinking of something, stood up and brushed past Ye Ningyue as she walked over.
"Let's go outside and talk," he left a baffling remark, leaving Ye Ningyue feeling bewildered.
She couldn't help but glance back at the house, was there no one else?
She followed Zhuo Yue out the door. The young man stood by the flowers at the entrance, his back long and proud yet lonely.
