"Miss Su."
Fan Mingyu ran happily towards the Villa entrance.
He had never longed to see Su Xiaoyue as much as he did at this moment.
Inside the car, Fan Shaoming heard his son's shout of joy and poked his head out of the window to look, and indeed, he saw Su Xiaoyue. Today, she wore a light blue, long dress, her beautiful hair tied up high on the back of her head, with strands cascading down her back like a waterfall, revealing her slender and pale neck. With a smile as radiant as the sunshine, she seemed especially fresh and clean at this moment.
"Mingyu."
