"Let's go!"
They loaded the things into the car and left in a cloud of dust.
Song Jia stood at the villa's gate, her face alternating between shades of green and white.
Jian Xi! Jian Xi!
All of this happened because Jian Xi had returned!
The early spring breeze wafted through, causing the prematurely blooming roses on the fence to sway gently, rustling softly.
Taking several deep breaths, Song Jia managed to calm her emotions before heading back inside her home.
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Meanwhile, at the Nan Family's place.
Old Master Nan sat on the sofa taking a call. He nodded contentedly at the report from the mall manager, his face creasing into a satisfied smile.
