At six o'clock in the evening, Xifeng Han came alone, and Yang Yunruo arrived ahead of him.
A black car drove into the yard. When it reached the maple leaf tree at the entrance of the hall, two bodyguards quickly pushed the door open and came out. One of them opened the door of the back seat, and a pair of long and steady legs stepped out. A cold and elegant figure of Xi Feng came out.
At the door of the hall, Mrs. Xi came out with the help of Yang Yunruo. Looking at her more mature and handsome son, she was very proud. Her son was not like his father or her, as if he was born to have the temperament of a king who could control everything.
Yang Yunruo's heart skipped a beat. She looked admiringly at the man who was walking towards her. Even though he wore the same black suit every day, he always wore a simple suit with an attractive aura.
"Mom!" Xi Feng called out softly. Then, he looked at Yang Yunruo beside him and said, "Yunruo."