Jiao Yang shook hands with him and was about to invite him in to sit down.
A silver-white sedan had already driven up to the front of the villa. Before the car had even come to a stop, the passenger door was forcefully pushed open.
Leng Zimo leapt out of the car and rushed down the steps, fixing his gaze on Jiao Yang as he asked.
"Where is she?"
Jiao Yang's eyes swept over his haggard face, the wrinkled shirt and trousers, and the house slippers on his feet…
Taking a step back, he cleared the way to the entrance.
"Upstairs, on the terrace."
Leng Zimo dashed through the door, heading for the stairs.
"There we go!" Leng Zirui glanced at Shen Yizhou, who was getting out of the car, and stretched out an arm, yawning, "A perfect grand finale."
"Mr. Jiao, is Xiao Qian alright?" Shen Yizhou stepped forward, asking Jiao Yang.
Although it was their first meeting, Shen Yizhou had already guessed who he was when he saw him.
