Chi Yue prepared for battle, applied her makeup, and dressed herself beautifully. She was at her peak—poised and spirited, only to find there was no battlefield to display her prowess.
The atmosphere inside the Qiao's house was like that of welcoming a new guest to the family.
As the car drove in, she was greeted by a smiling face. Qiao Xin was waiting there. When she saw Qiao Dongyang, she stepped back with her hands behind her, suddenly jumped out, and shyly called out, "Dong!" Her eyes shone bright and dark.
"I've been waiting for a long time. I've come out to check so many times."
Qiao Dongyang glanced at her, neither cold nor warm, "There was a traffic jam on the way."
"It's the weekend, and there's still traffic? Dong, Yue, please come in quickly, everyone is here."
Chi Yue shivered with goosebumps, startled by this sudden enthusiasm.
