Tears and the Temperature of Lips

The solemn Italian-style villa is enveloped in the afterglow of the setting sun, and a trace of blush comes in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. The maid lightly knocked on the jade door button and said, "Miss, the master is waiting for you in the office." Ruohan stood up and walked downstairs, followed by the maid. The office door was open, and the maid stepped forward and tapped on the jade door button. "Come in." A deep male voice came from inside the room. "Father." This "Father" seemed to be just a title, and the pink lips moved gently. Bing Zhengquan put down the document in his hand. "Butler Yin will be responsible for transporting you to Hongsi University every day starting tomorrow." Bing Ruohan lowered his eyes and said, "Yes." Born into the wealthy Bing family, Bing Ruohan was destined to have no choice in his destiny. He was accustomed to being manipulated by a pair of big hands like a puppet. It is more accurate to disdain life.