Zhuo Junyi stood at the Zhuo Family's entrance, her gaze fixed.
Su Ningyan wasn't out; she was preparing dinner in the living room to welcome Xiao Jie back.
Lin Liuliu occasionally glanced at the entrance, feeling that her daughter was quickly turning into a widow craning her neck in wait.
Actually, Lin Liuliu really wanted to tell Zhuo Junyi, could she show some spirit?
Such a lovelorn look, doesn't she know to retain a bit of reserve?
Forget it, Lin Liuliu knew very well that it was useless to say anything now.
About half an hour later, a modest black sedan slowly drove in.
Zhuo Junyi recognized this car; it appeared inconspicuous but was a modified bulletproof vehicle.
No sooner had Su Shijie stepped out of the car than a figure hurtled toward him.
"Su Shijie, you bastard, why didn't you tell me you were coming back? Didn't you say to pick you up at the airport? Liar, you're always lying."
Zhuo Junyi was full of reproach, yet nuzzled into his embrace.
