Aunt Hui didn't say much, responded, and went out with the others.
Liao Qinghe glanced around indifferently, then walked to the window.
The night outside was deep, but the main road of the Song Mansion was ablaze with lights, extraordinarily bright.
Two figures walked hand in hand in this dazzling light, creating a beautiful scene that intoxicated people.
Liao Qinghe's lips curled into a smile as he thought of the conversation he had with Wen Biyue before returning to the country.
He asked Wen Biyue, "Why me?"
Wen Biyue's eyes lowered, her gaze falling outside the window.
At that time, it was also night; the night in America was as clear and silent as it was at home, leaving people perplexed.
Then, Wen Biyue gently spoke, "I want you to help me find my brother!"
Liao Qinghe was taken aback, "You mean, your brother is in T City?"
