This is awkward, Zheng Peian laughed dryly twice: "It's me, Zheng Peian, you don't even recognize my voice."
Xu Jiawen laughed: "How could I not recognize you? Just teasing you. Hurry over, it's starting to rain a bit." She sent the location over.
Zheng Peian drove to the location she sent, and from a distance, he saw a mother and daughter dragging two large suitcases in the sparse rain.
As soon as the car stopped, Zheng Peian pushed the door open and rushed out, moving even faster than Xu Chunliang, appearing in front of Xu Jiawen with a big smile: "Jiawen!"
Xu Jiawen, though middle-aged, maintained herself well, exuding a gentle and dignified aura, with the distinctive intellectual beauty of a refined scholar in her every move.
Beside her, Zhen Chun was dressed in a white hoodie, covering her head tightly, with her hands in her pockets, yet she wore a black short skirt, revealing two slim and straight legs.
