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Time quickly reached the weekend.
Having agreed on the time and place, Song Zhan and Ning Xuan each carried a bag of books and arrived at Song Yue's residence.
As soon as Ning Xuan saw the mansion from a distance, she was too stunned to say anything. Let alone when she actually entered the villa and looked around in curiosity.
As Song Yue resided in this place frequently, the purely European interior design featured clever and outstanding details from the front steps to the adornments of the first floor hall, including the furniture and surrounding greenery, all exhibited meticulous consideration.
It was understated yet incredibly luxurious, just like him.
When Song Yue came downstairs, he was greeted by the sight of his younger brother leading a flabbergasted woman sitting in the living room.
On seeing that he had appeared, the woman tried to regain her composure, closing her slightly open mouth, and left her eyes wide open.
It looked even weirder now.
"Brother."
