All human emotions have limits, including swings. Finn Xi originally thought that he hadn't thought about it yet, but when he sat in front of Xi Yuncheng and faced those eyes that were so harsh and tiring to look at, he knew exactly what he wanted like never before.
But Xi Yuncheng's tolerance for him had limits. Calling him back this time was not a discussion, but a notice.
"I am seventy-eight this year." Xi Yuncheng sat in the leather chair in the study room with a stack of documents spread out in front of him. There were two people accompanying him, one was Finn Xi's father and the other was a lawyer.
Finn Xi stood opposite and heard him call her: "Finn Xi, how many years do you think I can live?"
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