Han Xiaoqiu is almost fifty years old this year. Although the corners of her eyes have fine crow's feet, she has maintained herself well and still looks charming.
"Strange, why is no one coming to pick us up?" Han Xiaoqiu's legs were sore from standing, and she still hadn't waited for the car to arrive. She has been away for over ten years, and everything here has become unfamiliar. If no one comes to pick her up, it'll be quite embarrassing.
"Sister Han, I don't think anyone will come."
"Indeed!" Han Xiaoqiu sighed, a cold smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Then let's find a ride ourselves!"
"Where should we stay?"
"At the guest house. We have the introduction letter, so staying there should be fine." The Hai Family didn't send anyone to meet her; their attitude is evident. After all, without blood ties, it's not the same as being born into the family.
