Two hours later, they arrived at Pok Fu Lam.
Josie was playing frisbee with a golden retriever in the front yard.
From a distance, Seeing Weining getting out of the car with the dog rushing towards her, Josie was so frightened that she hid behind the driver.
This scene caught the attention of Mr. Chen on the second-floor balcony just in time, and he sternly chastised the dog, stopping it in its tracks.
The dog stopped abruptly and obediently lay down, not daring to move.
It was indeed well-trained.
Looking up slightly, Weining's eyes met those warm ones above.
After a brief two seconds, Liang Weining turned her eyes away, embarrassed.
"Sister Weining, happy New Year,"
Josie called out politely, her greeting clear and bright.
Liang Weining gave a slight smile and ruffled the boy's head, "Good boy, happy New Year."
"Will Sister Weining be staying in Beijing this year?" Josie asked.
"I probably will be."
