"I don't want to see him, let him go!" she said angrily.
She had no more expectations for that home.
She didn't want to pursue the cause of her parents' death with him, only wishing never to return, never to see that so-called uncle again.
Thinking of her grandfather's last wish, thinking of these dozen years without her parents, she felt a deep sorrow, not hating him, but never wanting to see him again.
"Alright, if you don't want to see him, I'll turn him away." Ying Qi patted her shoulder and said gently.
As he closed the door and left, he narrowed his eyes at that lonely, cold back, feeling genuinely sorry for her.
He would never allow her to suffer any grievance or harm again.
Even if it was Ye Que or Ye Chenxi, anyone who made her sad, he would destroy them, make them disappear forever.
After changing into a fresh set of home clothes, Ying Qi walked downstairs, exuding a lazy demeanor, his appearance outstanding, easily evoking the phrase "dressed to the nines."
