The car was about to reach the villa when its headlights shone on the gate, barely illuminating a slender figure standing at the entrance.
Old Zhu's eyes were sharp, and he immediately recognized it was Ling Yunshu standing there. Without hesitation, he spoke, "Miss Chuxia, it's Miss Yunshu."
Ling Yunshu? She wouldn't answer her calls or reply to her messages, and now she had actually shown up here?
Ling Chuxia's brows furrowed slightly, her hand clenched a little tighter.
The car gradually approached, and as the headlights shone, Ling Yunshu's figure became clearer bit by bit.
Old Zhu instinctively slowed the car down, looked up at the rearview mirror, and asked, "Miss Chuxia, would you like to stop?"
Ling Chuxia's eyes unintentionally swept over, and just as Ling Yunshu also looked up, their eyes met, and she stepped forward, softly calling out, "Xiaxia."
Her voice was as tender and indulgent as ever, as if they were still the close sisters they used to be.
