Lu Qingyi lightly bit her lip, staring at the tall building looming before her, and a sense of unease unintentionally crept into her heart.
After all these years, she had forgotten what feeling nervous was like, now she was experiencing it again.
Xu Mansion.
"Kid, don't be nervous."
Xu Boyan gently rubbed the girl's head, cooing at her in a soft voice.
He had never seen a child in such a state of apprehension and found it quite novel.
"Xu Boyan..."
Lu Qingyi reached out to grasp Xu Boyan's large hand, softly uttering his name.
Yes, she was indeed rather nervous.
"Young Master Xu, have you returned? The lady of the house is watching a television drama in the living room."
The mansion's grand entrance suddenly swung open, from within emerged an elderly man, hair touched with gray.
Upon setting his gaze on Xu Boyan, the old man's eyes lit up instantly.
