Leng Family.
The living room downstairs is full of people.
Huangfu Ruo, Tong Ya, and a few other young people... they're all here, gathered around the coffee table making dumplings, while Leng Lin is playing with the two kids in the backyard.
Luo Xiaoqian sits on the small sofa, wrapping a couple of dumplings, then looks up to glance out the window, and then checks the clock on the wall.
Leng Zimo called yesterday; they were on a direct flight, and by this time, they should be back. Why aren't they here yet?!
From waking up to now, Luo Xiaoqian has lost count of how many times she's checked the clock.
Finally unable to bear it, Huangfu Ruo lets out a laugh, "Today, I truly understand what it means to wait with longing, Xiao Qian. You're practically staring a hole through that window."
Flushing red, Luo Xiaoqian quickly retracts her gaze, "I... I..."
