Recalling the past, a tinge of regret flashed through Nan Yu's eyes, her face displaying complex emotions.
"As long as the person who comes tonight is confirmed to be my senior sister, I will be able to ask her about what happened back then."
She clenched the plate in her hand until her fingertips turned white, and veins bulged on the back of her hand.
Song Yingqing placed a piece of osmanthus cake on her plate, comforting her, "Xiao Yu, don't worry. I'll confirm whether the Vice Chairman is your senior sister first. If it really is her, I'll call you. This is to prevent her from running away the moment she sees you."
Nan Yu nodded, picked up the osmanthus cake, and gently bit into it, the sweet and cloying taste somewhat diluting the bitterness in her heart.
"Mm, I hope she is."
Soon after, there was a stir outside.
The sounds of restlessness emanated from the crowd.
"The new Vice Chairman has arrived!"
