Cold Spring Festival

Seeing Ling Xiaoyue stand there motionless, Lei Yunze walked over with some doubts. When he saw her blushing face, he could not help but laugh.

"Looking forward to it?" Lei Yunze leaned close to her ear. As he spoke, his lips inadvertently brushed past her ear.

Ling Xiao Yue's blush intensified. Her evasive gaze shifted erratically, unable to find a suitable place. Lei Yunze's laughter made her blush even more.

"Rest early. Tomorrow, I will accompany you back to the Ling Family."

Ling Xiao Yue's blushing face immediately turned pale. She looked curiously at Lei Yunze, unsure of why he had said that.

"I'll accompany you back to the Ling Family tomorrow." Lei Yunze repeated himself.

"No need. I've been in the United States all these years. My dad might have forgotten about me." Ling Xiao Yue pouted as she grumbled.