Yu Family Mansion, Small Courtyard.
"Miss, you're back!" An Zhifeng saw An Yiqing return and quickly stood up with surprise.
"Um, I'll head to my room first, feeling a bit tired."
An Yiqing lazily waved her hand, didn't say more, turned around, and went upstairs, leaving An Zhifeng bewildered as he watched her departing figure.
In the bedroom, An Yiqing changed out of her clothes into a comfortable nightgown and threw herself hard onto the soft big bed.
She stared blankly at the ceiling, a deep sense of longing filling her eyes.
She missed her family, missed her grandfather, grandmother, parents, her two brothers, Xiao Hei, and Old Jin. Perhaps because of Grandma Zhang's story, An Yiqing's longing for the An Family was incredibly intense at this moment. She wished she could board a plane and fly back right now, ignoring all these power struggles.
The big bed suddenly sank, and a familiar cold aura tightly wrapped around her from behind.
