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Dao Manling had seen many people wearing blue, but the only person who could wear it with such regal poise was Xiao Yu.
Initially unaware that he was a lost noble of the Xiao Family, no wonder he exuded a detached coldness that seemed inappropriate for an orphan.
So, that left a deep impression on her.
After hanging up the phone, Dao Manling still stood there.
She was only twenty-nine this year, practically indistinguishable from a college student when she walked out—the epitome of youth and beauty.
Yet, she possessed the charm of a young matron, enough to turn men's heads.
Looking up, Dao Manling gazed at the second floor of the villa, her eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, impenetrable to the sunlight, casting a shadow over her features.
She picked up her phone and dialed another number.
It was connecting.
Sheng Shushu was descending the stairs, on the phone with her troublesome younger brother, Sheng Sili.
"Where's Mom?"
