Yuncheng Tiansheng District…
Song Fengwan hugged the big teddy bear and kept poking and fiddling with it while constantly turning her head to look at Yan Wangchuan. From the moment he entered the house, he hadn't spoken more than three sentences to her. He really is a man of few words and few expressions.
Just sitting there, he was already giving off a great sense of oppression.
She wasn't stupid. Yan Wangchuan must have his intentions for coming here so eagerly. He's interested in Mom, yet he still acts cold and distant.
I really don't understand what kind of approach this uncle is taking.
Qiao Aiyun came out of her bedroom after changing her clothes. She was wearing a black sweater paired with a cream-colored down jacket. Her hair, which was usually tied up, was untied and slightly curled. It was different from the attire of an ordinary career woman, and she looked even more graceful and elegant.
