The storm never descended; it always appeared densely clouded.
The sky seemed to press down, inexplicably making the atmosphere even more tense and eerie.
Two hours later.
A massive private estate.
The extended Lincoln stopped at the gate, and the attendant immediately stepped forward to open the car door.
Lou Xinyu, dressed in a rose-red off-shoulder dress, the exquisite tailoring hugged her graceful figure, curvy and proud, like a little swan.
Stepping out in ten-inch heels, holding Lou Zhaonian's arm, Lou Xinyu's face displayed the most flamboyant smile!
"Grandpa, why did Xiahou Chunyi invite us over? What's the matter?"
Lou Xinyu deliberately lowered her voice, probably unwilling for unrelated people to hear.
Lou Zhaonian, in a grey and white elderly suit, extremely comfortable, wore a hat on his head and leaned on a cane. From a distance, he really looked aged and frail.