Time, for some people, truly flies by in the blink of an eye.
Four years had passed in just a snap of the fingers.
"We're here, let's get off the car!" Song Rui pointed out the car window, "Don't be nervous, my parents will definitely be happy to see you."
Rong Qiao smiled shyly but, in her heart, she did not believe what Song Rui said.
If Madam Song were happy to see her, she wouldn't have ignored her for these four years.
However, whether Madam Song liked her or not was not important. What was important was... Rong Qiao touched her belly, her trump card was here.
Besides, with the affection Song Rui had shown her over the years... the position of Young Mrs. Song was secured for her.
The car door was opened, and Song Rui got out first.
He quickly moved to the other side, "Qiaoqiao, come down!"
"Okay." Four years were enough to mature one's heart and mind.
