Lin Weiyuan looked at her and spoke in a calm voice, "Shuhua, come with me to the study."
Then, he looked to Lin Ziheng at his side and said gravely, "Ziheng, you come as well."
Without another word, Lin Weiyuan turned and strode back through the mansion's main gate, his figure disappearing into the brightly lit corridors within.
Lin Shuhua suppressed her panic and confusion, gently smoothing her skirt. Lin Ziheng wiped the smile from his face, his expression turning solemn. One after the other, they followed close behind.
As Lin Shuhua followed behind Lin Weiyuan, her footsteps falling lightly on the stone slabs, the panic in her heart did not subside in the slightest.
'Father is summoning me to the study now,' she guessed to herself. 'This must be about Yang Jing.'
'In the end, I couldn't bring myself to deliver the message Hong Qingzhu asked me to relay tonight.'
