At 7 p.m., Su Yin drove to Xu Juan's place.
As soon as she opened the door, the fragrant scent of steaming dishes hit her, immediately dispelling the chill from her body.
Xu Juan's eyes were gentle, and she smiled as she said, "Yinyin, your timing is perfect. The pork rib soup you love has just been made. Come in and wash your hands for dinner."
Compared to the initial awkwardness of their first few meetings, the atmosphere between Xu Juan and Su Yin had grown warmer and more harmonious, increasingly resembling that of an ordinary family.
Su Yin nodded and was about to go wash her hands when she suddenly heard a soft voice behind her.
"Yinyin is here."
That voice made her stop in her tracks. Without even turning around, she recognized who it was.
Su Beibei!
There she was, Su Beibei stepping out from the study, ever wearing that frail mask of vulnerability.
Just by looking at her, who could imagine the malice she concealed and the venom-tipped fangs?
