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"Hmm?"

Ding Duo was stunned for a moment.

"Let him improve his driving skills. He can't even beat a girl. How embarrassing!"

Lu Yi pursed his lips, his tone very strict.

Ding Duo felt a prideful smile at the bottom of his eyes.

"Yes."

Ding Duo let out a long sigh of relief and passed on the message.

Lu Yi turned his office chair around, opened his phone and gave Lin Ange a call.

Lin Ange just happened to drive the car into Qingyi Garden.

"Little... "Lu Yiyao, what's the matter?"

"Where?"

Lin Ange pouted his lips and whispered.

"Can you control it?"

"Say that again!"

The cold voice nearly pierced through Lin Ange's eardrums, scaring her out of her wits.

Never would he have expected that he would hear such a soft voice.

Ye Zichen pursed his lips, pulled out the car keys, opened the car door, and got out as he replied honestly.

"I'm in Qingyi Garden."

The crafty little rabbit, facing this old fox, would never dare to lie.

"…"

For some reason, the other party went silent.

Lin Ange looked at Uncle Fu, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and immediately spoke into the phone.

"It's like this for now. I'll contact you when I get back."

"Uncle Fu, why did you come out?"

Lin Ange took the phone from his ear, put it into his handbag and walked towards Uncle Fu.

"Little miss, you're finally back. I thought I'd never see you again before I died. "

Uncle Fu, who was sitting in an electric wheelchair, was crying.

Lin Ange crouched down, reached out to gently wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then tightened his grip on his wrinkled, bark like hands.

"Uncle Fu, don't say such a thing. I haven't even done anything to show you my respect."

Looking at Uncle Fu's legs covered with a thin blanket, Lin Ange's eyes were covered by a layer of mist. He felt extremely sour in his heart.

Four years ago, if it hadn't been to save her, his legs wouldn't have been like this.

"Alright, alright, I won't say anymore. Little miss, come and sit inside the house. "

"Alright."

Lin Ange stood up, walked behind him, and pushed him towards the living room.

The garden was very clean.

Every blade of grass, every brick, every tile was exactly the same as what Lin Ange remembered.

Sit down.

Uncle Fu asked Lin Ange.

"Young Miss, have you gone to see the Young Master yet?"

"Not yet. An appointment for Saturday."

Lin Ange pursed the corner of his lips, a trace of sadness appearing at the corner of his brows.

"Alright. Young miss, when you go visit the young master, tell him that I have taken care of the garden well for him, do not worry. "

"Yes."

Lin Ange nodded, his clear eyes filled with boundless guilt.

"Uncle Fu, thank you. If not for you, Uncle and I …"

"Little miss, what are you saying? It is my duty to take care of you and the young master. Back then, if it wasn't for old master, I probably would have … "Cough, cough …"

Uncle Fu was moved. He began to cough violently as he spoke.

Lin Ange took a thicker blanket from the sofa and covered him with it, then poured him a cup of warm water.

At night.

Lin Ange did not return to the Sun Century, but instead rested directly here.

Uncle Fu was very happy.

In these past few years, other than Wang Ma who was washing clothes and cooking with another servant, there had never been a fourth person appearing in this garden.

It was very empty.

When Lin Ange returned, it was naturally quite a lively scene.

Uncle Fu told Wang Ma to change into a new quilt for Lin Ange.

Lin Ange finished his bath, pushed open the wooden window, and looked at the sky. Tears flowed uncontrollably down his face.

Four years.

She had long since learned to endure, to restrain the true emotions in her heart.

Returning to this place, however, he was unable to control his emotions. Those beautiful memories flooded into his mind.

The loving words of his grandparents rang out in his ears.

"Slow down, Song, and be careful not to fall …"

"Ge'er, does it hurt? Come on, grandpa will give you a whooshing …"

"Look, the bamboo dragonfly Grandpa made for you, is it beautiful …"

"Song'er, your grandma made your favorite wintery flower cake. Come quickly and try it …"

At this moment, his mother, He Lan Jing, would always quietly watch him from the side. The softness in her eyes was something Lin Ange would never forget.

The events of the past would never come back. These wonderful things could only be carved into the depths of his soul, never to return.

Ring, ring, ring.

The phone on the table rang.

Lin Ange didn't want to answer, but when she saw the number on it, she couldn't help touching the screen and pressing the answer button.

"Lu Yiyao, what now?"

"What's the matter with you?"

Her crying voice was a little hoarse. Lu Yi Yao immediately recognized it.

"Nothing?"

Lin Ange cleared his throat and pretended to be relaxed.

"Come out."

The low, clear, and cold voice was filled with a domineering and forceful tone.

"Hmm? I'm not at home. "

Lin Ange explained in a low voice.

"I know."

The three words of Lu Yiyao's calmness caused Lin Ange to open his eyes wide in shock.

"You know? You... "You shouldn't be here …"

"Lin Ange, I'll give you five minutes. If you don't come out soon, I'll be coming in."

Ah!

Lin Ange could not help but shout out loud. He quickly covered his mouth as a slight pain appeared on his forehead.

"Lu Yiyao, I'm asleep now. Can you tell me about it over the phone?"

"No."

The other party answered straightforwardly.

Lin Ange bit his lower lip and almost swore.

"Four minutes fifty seconds …"

Lu Yi Yao reminded her in a neither too fast nor too slow manner.

"Got it, I'll be right out."

Lin Ange hung up the phone in frustration.

This Lu Yiyao was simply insane. Why would he come here at this time?

However …

If she didn't go out, he might really knock on the door and enter.

She didn't want Uncle Fu to know.