The weather was not very good tonight, with dark clouds and cold wind blew in waves, and it seemed that it was going to rain.
She didn't wear much clothes, and her thin body looked very fragile under the street lights. Seeing her covering her arms to resist the cold wind, a little discomfort arose in his heart.
However, it was impossible for him to give up his goal for so many years just because of her request.
If she had begged him in the past, he might have been soft-hearted, but now he will not be moved.
In order not to be affected by her, he turned back to the room.
Time passed in one minute, and two hours had passed in a blink of an eye.
At this time, the strong wind was blowing even harder, and lightning flashed across the night sky, and a heavy rain was approaching.
However, Wang Aoshuang had no intention of leaving at all. She would wait until Ling Ang agreed.
The door opened and the housekeeper walked out, "Miss Wang, Master, please go back."
"I won't leave."
The butler sighed, "Miss Wang, you'd better go back. The young master is already asleep. He won't come to see you."
"I will never leave no matter whether he sees me or not. I will wait until he gets up tomorrow."
The butler shook his head and walked back to the villa.
After a while, raindrops as big as soybeans fell down and became more and more fierce.
Wang Aoshuang stood quietly in the rain, motionless. After standing for two hours, her legs began to become weak.
The cut heels began to surging pain.
But she wouldn't leave just like that.
Ling Ang stood in front of the window, shook his palms, and quietly closed his eyes. He could not be changed by a woman.
He turned around cruelly, walked to the bed, pulled the quilt to sleep.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops hit the window, making waves of mixed sounds.
He lay on the bed, tossing and turning, feeling irritated.
"Boom." A giant thunder streaked across the night sky, tearing the sky in half.
His heart shrank and he hurried to the window.
The thin figure still stood in the wind and rain, and the chaotic wind and rain blew her into a shaky way and fell.
A series of pain suddenly erupted in his heart, and the pain swam towards his body along the blood.
He grabbed his palms and walked downstairs.
He walked to the gate in the rain and saw Wang Aoshuang lowering her head and closing her eyes tightly.
He pulled her over, angry and sad: "Why are you so stupid?"
When Wang Aoshuang saw that he finally came out, she pulled him in surprise, "Ling Ang, have you considered it?"
"I came out just to ask you to go back, not to promise you."
The expression on her face suddenly disappeared, "Can you really not let the Lan family go?"
"No." Ling Ang said firmly.
She looked at him disappointedly, feeling powerless. Could it be that Lan Yuchi really wants nothing?
"Go back, your feet are injured and you can't get wet in the rain."
She stared at him unwillingly, "Ling Ang, I beg you for the last time. If you do this, Yuchi will have nothing."
Hearing the three words "Lan Yuchi", Ling Ang's eyes immediately dimmed, and a heavy anger surged in her heart. She only had Lan Yuchi in her heart, but she did not understand his hatred for her father at all.
"No matter how many times you beg me, I will never agree to you." Ling Ang turned around and left.
Suddenly he felt his arm sinking and he was caught by Wang Aoshuang.
When he looked back, his eyes suddenly shrank, and Wang Aoshuang actually knelt on the ground.