All the way, Song Mingyuan didn't speak much. The dim yellow light from the street lamps illuminated the swirling snowflakes, and a thin layer of white already covered the road.
He didn't know how much time had passed when the car stopped in front of the villa. Song Mingyuan got down from the back seat, looked at the lit lights in the villa, and raised his hand to ring the doorbell.
Sister Zhang, who had already prepared dinner, heard the doorbell sound, wiped the water off her hands with a towel, and hurried over to open the door.
Lu Jinghan and Han Xi also walked towards the door, and as it opened, Han Xi's hand trembled slightly with nervousness.
Song Mingyuan changed his shoes and, when he looked up and saw Han Xi, it was as if he saw the shadow of Wen Qin's youth on her.
"Dad, this is Xiao Xi."
Song Yan took off his coat and handed it to Sister Zhang.
