But where are you now? If you never show up, your belongings will always belong to someone else...
"Young Madam, what's wrong with you?" Lin Xinlan didn't know how long she had been standing there, until the voice of the servant snapped her back to reality.
"Young Madam, there's a Mr. Qiao outside who says he wants to see you. Shall I let him in?"
Lin Xinlan's eyes flickered slightly, and she remained silent, not responding.
"Young Madam, shall I let him in?" Seeing no reaction from her, the servant asked again.
"No need, I'll go out and meet him myself."
"Oh, alright."
Lin Xinlan walked out of the old mansion and, sure enough, saw Qiao Yiyang's car.
As the man saw her coming out, he got out of the car and walked up to her, his black eyes intensely gazing at her, while he revealed a faintly warm smile.
"I thought you wouldn't see me." He spoke slowly, his voice slightly hoarse, tinged with nasality, as if he had caught a cold.
