Huang Xiaoting stood by the window in the hallway, watching the car parked in the yard of the Mu Family. Three people got out of it, handsome men and beautiful women, chatting and laughing. The scene was incredibly poignant.
Yes, it truly was heartwarming. If there weren't that cold man, constantly attached to Yu Jingrong. If it were her in his place, the scene would be even more warm.
As Huang Xiaoting thought of this, her eyes suddenly went cold.
She turned around and returned to her bedroom, sat on her bed, and stared at the picture frame on the bed head. Inside the frame was a photograph of Yu Jingrong, a beautiful girl standing on the lectern, smiling brightly, full of splendid charm.
