"I won't." Yu Xinman was magnanimous: "No matter what, she's my sister. I won't hold it against her."
"Are you sure you want to bring her back?" Baisong confirmed with her once again.
"Yes." Yu Xinman pouted, starting to act coy: "Dad, just make the call for her, please."
Baisong had no choice but to unlock his phone and dial the number he had never once called before.
The moment the call was answered, Yu Xinman's round eyes flickered with a shadow of gloom.
Thinking of the "gift" she had meticulously prepared for Yu Zhi upstairs, a faint impatience bubbled within her.
The night fell deep.
One vehicle after another gradually parked outside Yu Family's residence. The arriving guests, paired together, stepped onto the prepared red carpet and slowly made their way into the grand hall.
Baisong stood at the door with Yuan Li at his side, warmly and familiarly greeting the guests, their laughter wafting across the entire villa.
