After all, before returning to the country, she had also inquired about some of Han Jingchen's situation. She knew he was still single, and after returning, she additionally received news that Han Jingchen had found their daughter.
The cyclist had good stamina; perhaps there weren't many cars on the road today, or maybe it was near the year's end, and he wanted to finish work early and go home. This driver cut the journey that usually took an hour and a half short by more than ten minutes.
After settling the fare with the driver, she looked at the house that haunted her dreams, and couldn't help but tear up.
She was about to lift her foot and call at the door when she saw a Miss wearing a red-gray checkered wool coat coming out of the yard.
Their eyes met, neither speaking, just staring at each other for a few moments.
Xinyan had seen photos of Gu Wanqing at Han Jingchen's place, and now seeing her in person, she was somewhat incredulous, but she knew who this person was.
