The car door opened, and the first to get out was Song Qinglong.
He had recently been riding high, having finally achieved his long-yearned-for ambitions, his eyes and brow carried an arrogant triumph.
Chen Xue, dressed in fashionable clothes, got out from the passenger side, pulling open the rear car door with deliberate gentleness.
A somber-faced Song Xiaoxiao slowly descended.
Her gaze fixed on Song Xiaoyu.
Meanwhile, Du Mansheng was looking at Chen Xue.
Moments later, as their eyes met, they exchanged glances for a few seconds before swiftly averting their gaze, hearts filled with indescribable pain.
"Xiaoxiao, why don't you greet her first?" Chen Xue intentionally laughed with exaggerated frivolity.
Song Qinglong first glanced at Du Mansheng, then at the frail girl next to her, suddenly realizing something!
Could it be—she had found her own biological daughter?!
