After saying goodbye to Zhang Shiya and the others, Ning Fan followed Aunt Yun to her home.
Upon getting out of the car and arriving at the doorstep, Aunt Yun stepped forward and linked arms with Ning Fan, appearing more cordial than anyone else.
Feeling the softness on his arm, Ning Fan swallowed instinctively, feeling somewhat helpless inside.
Perhaps she hadn't seen Ning Fan these past few days, but Aunt Yun's affection was overwhelming, and Ning Fan found it hard to cope.
"Ning Fan, please make yourself comfortable!"
Seeing Ning Fan's expression, Aunt Yun chuckled.
Ning Fan followed Aunt Yun inside and then sat down in the living room.
Looking at the familiar setting, Ning Fan slowly relaxed, while Aunt Yun had already gone to the kitchen to prepare the food.
Before long, a delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen, whetting the appetite.
Sitting on the sofa and watching Aunt Yun's busy figure in the kitchen, Ning Fan smiled.
