Wanhe Qianfeng Garden.
When He Jingyao pushed open the door to get out of the car, he saw a graceful figure rushing out from the living room.
He was stupefied for a moment, but quickly realized that this was not Zhixi.
"Brother," He Ziyi ran up to him and just managed to stop herself, a smile on her lips, still instinctively keeping some distance from him.
After four years, He Ziyi had grown even more beautiful and alluring, but the naive innocence of a child in her expression had long faded, replaced by the cute charm of a young woman.
He Jingyao smiled, "How come you're here?"
"Mom said that you're all better now, and that it's too inhumane for us to stay in a hotel," He Ziyi stuck out her tongue, "so Mom came too. We're staying here tonight, Uncle Li has already arranged the rooms for us."
He Jingyao's gaze flickered and he turned to walk inside the villa, "You already know?"
