In the few seconds of waiting for the door to open, many things flashed through Song Yansheng's mind, but they were all jumbled, unable to form a complete picture.
Then, the sound of the door lock turning came.
A girl in a black dress stood at the door, her eyes clear and with a hint of surprise as she looked at him.
"Are you all packed up?" he asked gently.
Shi Nuan nodded, "Almost..."
"Need any help?"
"Not much stuff, I can manage on my own..."
After saying that, she felt a bit embarrassed.
Because it seemed like in the afternoon, she had just mentioned having a lot of stuff and even asked him to specially prepare a room for her...
Yet, Song Yansheng still nodded warmly and said, "Mind if I take a look inside?"
This is his house, this home is his, does he really need her permission to enter?
Shi Nuan stepped aside and said, "Please, come in!"
Song Yansheng folded his hands behind his back, looking laid-back and composed, as he stepped inside.
