Zhao Rui stood at the upstairs window, looking at the car that couldn't enter parked at the door.
In her heart was a cold sneer, thinking, "I let you leave me standing at the door for so long back then, so let you taste the feeling of a closed door this time."
"Xiao Rui, what are you looking at?" Zhao Zhi, craving a cigarette, couldn't smoke in the hospital room lest Zhao Gang, that self-righteous guy, discipline him.
Zhao Zhi stepped out and saw his sister Zhao Rui staring intently downstairs.
Peeking out, he noticed the car parked at the door. "That car has been there for quite a while, hasn't it?"
Why hasn't it been let through yet, what's going on?
"It's our dad wanting to meet his so-called eldest grandson." Remembering how the old man, upon learning that Zhao Xuran had returned to Beijing, eagerly wanted to meet this grandson.
