"Go away," Leng Jianan said coldly, "Although the woman I, Leng Jianan, can't bear to part with has not been born yet, it is not your turn."
"Goodbye" Ke'er still smiled lightly, as calmly as if Leng Jianan's words, no matter how harsh and harsh, could not hurt her in the slightest.
She opened the door and went downstairs. Sister Yu was about to come upstairs. When she saw her coming down, she asked: "Ke'er, are you going out with the young master?"
Ke'er tried hard to control the tears from flowing down. She hugged Sister Yu and said, "Sister Yu, I have to leave."
"Let's go, where are we going?" Sister Yu's eyes were stunned and she felt bad.
"Goodbye" Kerr turned around. If she didn't turn around, she would cry.
But Sister Yu held her hand and shouted upstairs: "Master, Ke'er is leaving."
"Let her go!" Leng Jianan's violent and cold voice soon came.
Like a knife, it cut off the last trace of ties between them. Sister Yu reluctantly let go of her hand, but Ke'er's small closing sound startled her. She quickly opened the door and chased him out.
Ke'er's thin figure looked lonely and small under the street lamp. She saw Ke'er's shoulders were shaking. She must be crying.
Sister Yu felt her nose sore and murmured: "Both of them are arrogant people, hey."
She turned around and entered the house, trotted upstairs, knocked on the door and pushed it open. Leng Jianan was sitting on the sofa smoking.
"Master, how far does it have to go to the city without driving? Besides, the sky is so dark and cold...Ke'er seems to be crying."
"If you talk again, I'll even fire you."
Sister Yu had no choice but to shut up and prepare to turn around and leave.
Leng Jianan spoke again in a low voice: "Ask Lao Zhang to drive and follow."
"Yes, Master." Sister Yu quickly ran downstairs and shouted, "Old Zhang, Old Zhang..."