Ling Xiao Yue held her daughter's hand. As she heard the two words, she felt a burst of nervousness in her heart. As she looked at the old woman's back, she did not know why she suddenly felt a pang in her heart.
Lei Yunze noticed that it was as though he had noticed Ling Xiao Yue. He walked to her side and placed a hand on her shoulder, exerting a little strength. Ling Xiao Yue turned her head to look at him with eyes filled with gratitude.
The villa was not big and the interior was very warm. The simple decorations proved that the owner was low-key and simple. On the sofa sat a similarly white-haired old man who was conversing with Lu Ting beside him. The arrival of Ling Xiao Yue and company had interrupted their conversation.
"Dad, Xiao Yue is here." Lu Ting's voice was very soft and carried a probing tone. The elder looked in his direction and saw Ling Xiaoyue and her family standing in the middle of the living room.