At this moment, all the mental preparation felt as if it was in vain, her heart was pounding wildly.
When Zhong Lingling reached the door, Xiang Anning suddenly turned around, facing away from Zhong Lingling's direction.
At this time, there was a sound from the door behind, and immediately, Zhong Lingling's voice drifted into Xiang Anning's ears.
After not seeing her for more than ten years, they parted when she was only three or four years old. Even though she had forgotten what her mother looked like, seeing her photo and hearing her voice brought back almost faded memories.
Those long ten-plus years seemed like just yesterday, as if being separated from her family was just something that happened yesterday.
"May I ask... who are you?" Zhong Lingling had initially thought the person ringing the doorbell was Xiang Yimo.
But when she saw two young people standing at the door, she was a bit dumbfounded.
