Nie Xiaoxing's gaze sharpens, her breath slightly held.
"Whoa, whose handsome, charming son has returned, and why is there no one to greet him?"
A casual male voice drifts in from outside the villa a few seconds later.
Nie Xiaoxing, "..."
"Little rascal." Yuan Xihuo laughs, finally standing up from the sofa, and walks to the entrance.
Nie Xiaoxing straightens her back as she sits, her clear big eyes shedding a bit of indifference, gently glimmering while looking at the doorway.
"Who's this beauty over here, standing with our family?"
With the intentionally confused and teasing male voice, a tall and elegant man's figure also appears at the doorway.
Nie Xiaoxing unconsciously grips the black leather sofa beside her, her pearly white teeth slightly biting her lower lip, her cheeks tinged with a thin layer of rouge, staring at the man standing at the entrance.
