"Is Second Brother coming back?" Su Xiaoyue was full of curiosity about the elusive Jun Jue.
"He's your wedding photographer, so of course he needs to come back early to prepare."
With a smile, Su Xiaoyue replied, "Alright, we will return."
Wen Yurong nodded, not wanting to disturb Su Xiaoyue while she was working, and after a few more words, she ended the call.
At Qingyun Villa, during dinner time, it remained quiet, lacking the usual bustle of meal times.
Bai Qi returned from the company and as he got out of the car in the courtyard, he stared at the grand main house in front of him and felt a moment of disorientation; walking inside, he felt an unusual heaviness in his steps.
What had once been his warm home now left him with a facade that was still intact but an interior that had shattered.
