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The villa spanned over two hundred square meters, its decor understated and elegant, with blue-and-white porcelain vases, calligraphy scrolls, and ink-wash landscapes arranged throughout.
It was as if the air itself was steeped in culture.
The sound of orange juice being poured filled the room.
May Lin smiled, pouring a half glass of freshly squeezed orange juice for Andrew Han. "Xiao Dong, have some orange juice."
"Thank you, Aunt Lin, you're too kind." Andrew accepted the glass with both hands, grinning as he took a small sip.
Andrew hadn’t given a second thought to what happened yesterday.
Even if Aunt Lin hadn’t been on the rooftop, he would have rescued everyone present. But for Aunt Lin, who had shown him such immense kindness, it was never a question.
If not for Aunt Lin’s help, he would never have had access to so many antique relics, and reaching Third Rank before the college entrance exam would have been impossible.
So.
If he hadn’t reached Third Rank, would his Master have ever noticed him?
That was a crucial point.
If not for Master Miles Ning, he would probably still be stuck at Second Rank, and whether he could ever break past his limits was uncertain.
Therefore.
His mother Linda Chen’s old friend, Aunt Lin, was a key turning point in his life—a benefactor whose kindness was beyond words.
He pondered for a moment.
Andrew couldn’t help but ask, “Aunt Lin, are you having trouble with your finances? Is it serious?”
As soon as he spoke,
A faint, nearly imperceptible shadow flickered in May Lin’s eyes—deep and hopeless, yet she hid it so well that Andrew didn’t notice.
That was only natural.