Luo Chunxiao's eyes instantly lit up when she saw Ma Zhihao come in.
Even her bodily movements, without her realizing, involuntarily reacted.
Her waist slightly lifted, as if she intended to stand up and greet Ma Zhihao.
But when she saw Ma Zhihao holding a woman's hand, her newly brightened eyes instantly dulled.
Even her naturally rosy complexion turned pale in an instant.
Everyone, from the moment Ma Zhihao and Erya walked in, focused their attention on them.
Appearing together as a handsome man and beautiful woman, they were like a picturesque scenery.
Even Lin Yanmei from the Ma Family did not notice the change in Luo Chunxiao's expression when she saw Ma Zhihao enter holding a woman's hand.
Lin Yanmei's gaze was fixed intently on Erya, a trace of resentment fleetingly crossed her face.
Seeing Erya arrive, the old lady of the Ma Family rose happily: "Girl, you're here? Zhihao told me you just came back from I City, it must've been tiring. Come, sit with grandma."
