Busy until nearly noon, the main house's courtyard finally echoed with a commotion.
"Mr. Mu, Mrs. Mu, and Mr. Mu."
The voices of the servants rang out continuously, greeting the newcomers.
Bei Xier heard the noise, said something to the old gentleman and the Old Madam, and then stepped out.
At the gate of the courtyard, she saw four figures standing by two top luxury cars.
One of the young men, in his twenties, must be Cousin Zicheng.
The beautiful woman beside him, no need to guess, was her mother, Ling Lin.
There were also two middle-aged men around fifty years old, and Bei Xier couldn't tell which one was Second Uncle Bei Shengri.
However, among the two, one of them had such an aura of authority that instantly drew Bei Xier's attention.
Though not young, the unintentional domineering air that he exuded surpassed ordinary people.
Yet that aura also indicated that this person was not simple.
Bei Xier composed herself and walked over to them.
