"They're here!"
Li Wanrong, eagerly anticipating, lit up not because she heard honking—it's almost eleven, and anyone with a bit of decency wouldn't honk in a residential area—but because she sharply noticed the shadow cast by the car lights outside.
Pei Linhan also stood up immediately.
As they coincidentally walked out together, Li Wanrong suddenly paused.
"What's wrong?"
"How does my expression look?"
Li Wanrong slightly pursed her lips towards her husband, showcasing a dignified, grand, friendly, yet polite smile.
"..."
Pei Linhan ignored her and walked straight ahead.
"Wait for me."
Li Wanrong hurried to catch up.
At a first meeting, it wasn't just the younger generation that felt nervous—elders too. After all, the guest was their daughter's boss and undoubtedly an upper-class individual.
As Pei Linhan opened the wrought iron gate, Li Wanrong took a final breath adjustment, attempting to face this significant meeting with perfect poise.
