As she lifted her head, she stared at George and Auntie Li, still hardly able to believe that these two were the people who had taken care of her in China for a year.
The two faces, both familiar and foreign, left her floundering.
She became somewhat flustered, shuffling into her shoes as she got out of bed, "Where's Little Meatball? I'll go see him; I'll take Little Meatball home first."
Just then, footsteps sounded from behind her.
At the door, two bodyguards slightly shifted aside, clearing a narrow path.
The man entered the ward, his voice like that of an unchallengeable monarch, "Where do you plan to go back to?"
A tall and imposing figure seemed to gather all the attention, merely standing there with a mild gaze and composed features, making it impossible for one to look straight at him.
She looked up and saw Huo Zhenyang, her heart skipping a beat, "Of course, back home."
