"Shuhui." The middle-aged woman's tone was warm with a trace of surprise. "What a coincidence. Why did you come back to the academy?"
Lin Shuhui stopped in her tracks and sized up the middle-aged lady. "So it's you, Yufeng. What a coincidence."
Chen Yufeng nodded. "I'm here to accompany Rong Rong to sign up for the competition. Rong Rong, this is your Aunt Lin. Greet her."
"Hello, Aunt Lin," Ling Rong greeted, but she didn't know Lin Shuhui.
Lin Shuhui's gaze focused on her for a moment before slowly retracting. "Rong Rong has really grown up."
"She's already in her 20s. She's a grown woman now. It's rare for you to be back. Why don't you come to our place for dinner?" Chen Yufeng invited. "We haven't seen each other for so many years. We can have a good chat."
"No, I still have something to do. I'll visit next time." Lin Shuhui politely refused.
