After getting in the car, Gong Beiming clasped Chi Xiaoyu's hand tightly, "You see, my mother isn't as scary as you had imagined. Although she is usually very picky, I didn't expect her to like you so much."
"Heh..."
Chi Xiaoyu wasn't too surprised because she had once noticed the look of disgust Madam Gong had for her.
And now the sudden change in attitude made her even more alert.
Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a luxurious mansion.
The weather in England was colder than in Longcheng. The peaks of the castles were covered with pure white snow, and the deciduous trees lining the roads had already shed their leaves, their branches laden with icicles that, under the sunlight, looked like beautiful crystal trees.
At this time, the Gong Family estate was serene.
Gong Beiming's arm was always around Chi Xiaoyu's waist.
He knew that after the last incident, she must have been harboring a shadow in her heart about the Gong Family.
