Upon hearing Su Shijie's voice, Su Ningyan knew he had returned. Fearing a fight would break out, she quickly rushed in, "Xiao Jie."
Su Shijie was sixteen this year and in his first year of high school. His height was already nearing 175 centimeters--a handsome, sunny-looking young man.
He turned around upon seeing Su Ningyan, his anger slightly receding, "Sister...."
Zhang Juan looked at the returning Su Ningyan, feeling surprised. Had she snuck back home? Did the Zhuo Family know about this?
Su Ningyan walked over and took his hand, signaling him not to argue any further.
In this household, they, as siblings, never had a say in matters.
Zhang Juan coughed lightly. After all, Su Ningyan was presently taking Su Jingyu's place in the Zhuo Family's celebration.
These days, the Su Family's business had gradually improved, as Su Guohua had reminded time and again.
This little brat, in the Zhuo Family, mustn't make any mistakes.
