Before long, Xu Chaomu arrived, almost running as she got out of the car.
Under the sunlight, Bai Man saw Xu Chaomu.
Xu Chaomu was dressed in a gray trench coat, with a patterned silk scarf tied around her neck. As she ran over, the scarf fluttered along with her hair—young and beautiful.
Bai Man glanced at Xu Chaomu with jealousy. Years ago, she had been far more dazzling than Xu Chaomu.
And now? Xu Chaomu had grown into someone more mature, alluring, while she herself was in utter disgrace.
She knew Xu Chaomu shared a portion of the same blood that ran through her veins.
Xu Chaomu stood beside Shen Chi, lightly shaking his arm. "Where's Xiaobao?"
"Don't worry, he's in the car." Shen Chi held onto her hand.
He realized Xu Chaomu's hand was ice-cold.
Xu Chaomu still wore a face of desperation. "Something so serious happened, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
