Yuanfeng said, oblivious. He ran a hand through his already messy hair. "But why here? And why so early?"
Huaijin answered with the cynical knowledge of her past life. "She wants to scope out our 'poverty' better to play the sympathetic, well-off cousin on camera. And she wants to steal my rehearsal time with you, Daddy, because she knows you're the best at analysing scene potential."
Yuanfeng merely smiled kindly. "Well, that's just a bit competitive, isn't it? But she's still family. Let's be welcoming."
He went to the door and opened it.
Standing in the dimly lit hallway was Chi Yuanying, dressed impeccably in an expensive, brand-name outfit that somehow managed to look simple and elegant.
Beside her stood a stiff-looking nanny, holding a pristine, wheeled suitcase. Yuanying, a pretty girl with large, seemingly innocent eyes, instantly scanned the entrance, the slightly scuffed floor, the cramped space, and the sound of the old refrigerator humming mournfully.
