The entire family's eyes turned to look as the car approached from afar, quickly stopping at the doorstep. Then the gate opened, and a black car drove in.
Bo Qiliu and Bo Yi were still holding their posing postures, not bothering to turn their heads to see the car. Mrs. Tong was the same, continuing to talk sideways with her daughter. Old Master Bo remained unchanged, neither showing anger nor happiness.
Only Xia Youbiao lifted his head, staring expectantly toward the entrance.
Even before stepping through the door, the crisp "click-clack" of high heels echoed faintly from afar. Accompanying the heels was the steadier tread of leather shoes. Although the tones of the two footsteps differed, their rhythm remained perfectly synchronized, growing closer and closer as they rounded from the garage to the entrance.
