The family meeting was still ongoing.
However, He Yihui had stopped attending and stepped out to sit down in the courtyard.
No one cared about her departure; after all, when it came to such essential matters involving the family's future, she had no say.
Plus, the twenty billion that Guo's had borrowed had already played her part; there was no point in staying any longer.
There was a swing outside the manor.
He Yihui sat on it, gently rocking herself back and forth.
As a child when swinging, her feet would be dangling in the air, but now she had to intentionally tuck her legs up.
"Hold on tight!"
Suddenly, a deep voice called out beside her ear.
Then, the swing began to sway violently.
He Yihui gripped the ropes of the swing tightly.
He Qiyang, who had snuck over unnoticed, was pushing his sister's back forcefully, his handsome face radiant with an enchanting smile in the sunlight.
"Sis, exciting, isn't it?"
