Acting as though he didn't hear a thing, Song Wenchuan walked straight toward the door.
Zhou Manli couldn't stand seeing her daughter being mistreated, so her face immediately sunk. "Chuan! We have a guest. Where are you going so late at night? Didn't you hear that your sister got you a present?"
Song Wenchuan furrowed his brows as Song Jingwan stared at him with her watery eyes. Her hands were gripping to the hem of her dress and her expression looked hopeful and pitiable.
"Aren't you coming?" Song Rui commanded with a frown.
"Brother..." Song Jingwan pleaded with a sob.
As everyone waited for him, Song Wenchuan pursed his lips. It was at that moment that he heard some noise coming from the door.
A petite girl was dragging a huge 27-inch suitcase. As she struggled, she got ready to carry it up the stairs.
