In that instant, Song Song seemed to forget how to breathe. Her back stiffened, and she didn't dare turn to face him directly.
"Sir, you came back quite early today," Housekeeper Zhang respectfully bowed.
At this moment, Xiao Jinghuai had already reached the housekeeper's side and pulled Xiyou, who was hiding behind him, out. "Who taught you to judge people by appearances?"
"Because Daddy, Brother, and I are all good-looking, so whoever cooks for me must be attractive too. He's too ugly."
"Nonsense," Xiao Jinghuai reprimanded.
Song Song kept her head down, only able to see his shiny black handcrafted leather shoes, and the long straight legs encased in suit trousers. Beyond that, she didn't dare look up, her heart pounding as if it might leap from her mouth.
This was the feeling that had vanished during those four years at Taohuawu.
Song Song knew that this feeling was called... heartache.
