The car drove through the twilight, entering the Dilan Villa Area.
It was already late, and the lights in the villa area were lit, with a faint scent of freshness lingering in the wind.
Inside the Dilan Mo Residence, Long Chengyu entered the house wrapped in the evening coolness. Wang Ma was preparing dinner in the kitchen, while Shu Yimo was flipping through documents in the adjacent tea room.
Long Chengyu walked straight over and noticed that the tea table was scattered with papers, and a few had even fallen to the floor. She was holding a pen, marking up a sheet in front of her. Her black hair spilled down in disarray, concealing her delicate figure and making her seem all the more petite.
After standing for a moment, a hint of helplessness finally appeared in Long Chengyu's dark eyes. She silently bent down to tidy up the scattered papers on the floor and table.
