In her bedroom, Ning Xueluo was looking at her makeup delightedly. Even though her poor and crude biological parents were useless, at least, they had given her pretty good looks.
"Miss, there's a guy outside who says he's your younger brother. Should we let him in?" The servant asked.
"My younger brother?"
"Yes, he said he's called Tang Nuo."
The instant the servant said that, there was a crisp shattering sound. The bottle of skincare in Ning Xueluo's hand had fallen to the ground and fragmented into pieces.
The servant was frightened. "Miss, are you okay? Are you hurt?"
Ning Xueluo's expression clouded over. She swiftly got up and pulled open her curtains to look downstairs.
Indeed, at the entrance was an uncouth youth with lots of bags with him.
Damn it!
Why did this punk come here!?
And precisely at such a sensitive time too!
