At seven, that Nancy was no longer the Brother Zhenyu she had been waiting for. When Brother Zhenyu was seven, he was still by his parents' side and had already started primary school, while she followed him around day and night.
"Thank you, Young Master." She breathed a sigh of relief, gazing at the scenery outside the window.
Beitang Yao pondered inwardly about who exactly looked identical to Nancy, causing Xia Qingqian to be so absent-minded for the past two days. Now that she had met Nancy, she seemed even more dejected.
He complained about Ye Feng's inefficiency. The task he had assigned had yet to yield any concrete answers, and he wanted Ye Feng to investigate the men around Xia Qingqian thoroughly.
But Ye Feng said he was still investigating...
He angrily honked the horn without warning, the sharp sound startling Xia Qingqian, who stared blankly at the suddenly erratic Young Master.
