"Lady Qing, the Seventh Young Master has returned." A maid rushed in hurriedly.
Yu Wanqing's face lit up with a joyful smile, and she immediately stood up.
"Prepare dinner."
Leaving behind those words, she slipped on her slippers and couldn't wait to head out.
Seeing that tall and robust figure in the garage, Yu Wanqing bit her lip and quickened her pace.
"Beicheng."
She resembled a lady of the house waiting for her man to return home, her face brimming with a smile of happiness.
The once composed and elegant lady turned into a homely little woman; the charm of Gu Beicheng was indeed extraordinary.
Like a bird, the woman happily walked along the path, her eyes only on one person, caring little about others' opinions of her.
Shortly after Yu Wanqing's voice fell, the man standing by the car's rear door opened it, and a girl stepped out.
Seeing the gentle, handsome face of the man, Yu Wanqing immediately halted her steps, even the smile on her face vanished instantly.
