"Grandpa is very disappointed with me, and I can't help him not to be disappointed." Song Shaoyan said lightly.

"What are you talking about? Grandpa hopes that you will take over the Song family and manage the Song family and the Song family well. This is his greatest expectation. You can obviously do it, but you have to convert to Buddhism in a pretentious manner."

"Why am I being pretentious? I have disappointed my grandfather a long time ago. Converting to Buddhism is a choice of mine. You have no right to dictate to me." Song Shaoyan glanced at her, "No one in this world has the right to control me.

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"See what you can do." Ning An muttered softly.

Song Shaoyan: "..."

"I just want to ask you a question. Song Lin cannot escape the death penalty. Where is Gu Huiyin? Will you commute her sentence?"

"If I could commute her sentence, I wouldn't send her to prison. The things she did can be big or small. If I blame them all on Song Lin, she can completely avoid jail. It just depends on whether I am willing or not.

That's all." Song Shaoyan said bluntly, looking into Ning An's eyes and said lightly, "How many years do you want her to be sentenced?"

"As long as you have no intention of commuting her sentence."

Ning An was not angry, but she really didn't want to see that woman so arrogant.

Her peaceful life no longer wanted to be linked to Gu Huiyin's name.

"What does she have to do with me? I want to commute her sentence?" Song Shaoyan sneered.

"You know your relationship well." Ning An's face turned red from the cold, and he put his hands in his pockets, "It's best this way."

"Is this what you want to ask when you return to Huacheng this time?"

"What if?"

There was an unknown meaning in Song Shaoyan's clear eyes, and his handsome face looked a little colder and more determined in the wind.

Ning An looked down at him.

Compared with five years ago, he has changed. The biggest change is that he has become much more mature.

Song Shaoyan didn't speak again, and Ning An didn't speak either.

Song Shaoyan's driver hadn't arrived yet, so they just stood in one place, waiting silently.

The smell of smoke from the incense in the temple drifted outside from time to time, and the sound of chanting in the temple kept coming and going without stopping.

There is no sun today, the temperature is very low, and everything is cool and shaded.

Song Shaoyan didn't wear much, he only had a thin sweater under his coat, and he had no scarf, and his hands were red from the cold.

He glanced at Ning An lightly: "My driver will arrive in about ten minutes. If you want to take my car, you have to pay something."

"..." Ning An looked at him, "What?"

Song Shaoyan stretched out his hand generously and spread his palm. Just when Ning An was wondering what he wanted to do, he slowly said: "It's too cold, give me your scarf."

Ning'an: "..."

She looked at him in surprise, asking "Are you serious?" all over her face.

Song Shaoyan is really cold. The temperature today is no joke.

But Ning'an is also cold.

When she thought about wearing high heels, if she walked to the bus stop, her feet might be scratched, and they would also be cold when walking.

His driver will be here in ten minutes, so just give it to him.

Ning An thought for a while and untied the off-white scarf around her neck. The scarf still carried her body temperature and fragrance.

As she untied her scarf, she cursed in her mind.

Other men are all gentlemen, but Song Shaoyan is a straight man with terminal cancer.

Fortunately, he opened his mouth.
Chapter completed!