Xia Yunsheng pursed her rosy and delicate lips. She had so many things to say that she didn't know where to start from, and they both quietly chose silence.
The chauffeur drove up, and Secretary Song stepped forward to open the car door. "Young Master, Young Mistress, please," he said.
Cheng Yanzhi looked at Xia Yunsheng, took the bag from her hands, and let her get into the car first.
Xia Yunsheng sat in the car and saw Cheng Yanzhi get in and sit next to her.
He glanced at her, and she quickly looked away, frightened.
She didn't know why, but she was somewhat afraid to meet his eyes.
Her heart had been thumping ever since she learned he was her older brother. Not even once had it relaxed!
Even with the interruption of Leng Qinghan, the feeling of heart-throbbing still lingered.
Cheng Yanzhi glanced at her and secretly smiled to himself.
