Coming from the path was a middle-aged man, holding a bunch of white calla lilies in his right hand.
The man has a face with deep eyebrows and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his tall nose. His movements are elegant. Although there are some traces of time on his face, you can still see how handsome he was when he was young.
His eyes passed over Ning Xiaofei's angry little face and landed on the new tombstone behind her. The man spoke in a low voice.
"The cemetery staff told me this address. I came to see Xiaolin."
After saying that, he squatted down and placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone. Watching the man reach out his palm to touch the tombstone, Ning Xiaofei spoke coldly.
"Don't let your dirty hands get on her tombstone!"
The man's fingers trembled, and he wiped off a bit of soil on the tombstone. He straightened up again and stared at Ning Xiaofei's face through the lenses.
"Xiao Fei, I know you hate me, but... don't I even have the right to give her a bouquet of flowers?"
Controlling the emotions in her chest, Ning Xiaofei took a deep breath.
"You've finished your donation and you can leave!"
"Xiao Fei..."
"I don't want to argue with you at her grave."
"I heard that you no longer live at Ji's house. Did something happen?"
"My business has nothing to do with you."
Ning Xiaofei grabbed her backpack and carried it on her body without patting it down. Ning Xiaofei quickly stepped onto the stone road and headed down the mountain quickly.
"Xiao Fei!"
The man hurriedly chased after her and took her arm, "I know that everything that happened before was my fault. You should hate me, and I don't blame you. I... I just want to do something for you?"
Ning Xiaofei turned around suddenly and threw away his palm.
"Then stay away from me, don't let me see you!"
"Xiao Fei, I know you don't want to admit it, but no matter what, I am your father."
"Dad?" Ning Xiaofei snorted coldly, "I don't have a father!"
Turning around, she let go and hurried down the steps.
Looking at her fading figure, the middle-aged man frowned and stopped.
A young man passed by Ning Xiaofei, walked up the hill, and stopped in front of the middle-aged man.
"Mr. Ning, that person just now...?"
Ning Zhiqiu took a breath, "She is my daughter, Ning Xiaofei."
The young man nodded and turned to look down the mountain, "Do you want to chase her back?"
"No."
Ning Zhiqiu withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked towards the new tomb. When he reached the tombstone, he took out a handkerchief from his body and carefully wiped the dust off the tombstone.
Ning Zhiqiu frowned when his eyes fell on the photo of Ji Zilin on the tombstone.
"Xiao Lin... I'm sorry!"
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When Ning Xiaofei rushed back to the TV station, it was already noon. As soon as she entered the office, she took Ye Qiao's call.
"Ning Da is planning to have lunch together?"
"Not today."
As Ning Xiaofei was talking, Zhang Yue delivered a courier box to her.
Her delivery
Ning Xiaofei took it over doubtfully and nodded to Zhang Yue, "Xiao Qiao, I'll treat you to another day. I really have something to do today."
"Okay, then don't just focus on work. Let's get down to business. The WeChat incident has been spread all over the TV station. We are all waiting to see that bitch apologize on Saturday. By the way, this matter has been fired now. There's going to be a big fuss, so be prepared, these reporters have sharp noses, be careful there are paparazzi watching you!"