At the height of the heated discussion inside, Xia Siyu slammed the door open with a "bang."
Under the varied gazes of surprise and indifference from the few inside, Xia Siyu marched straight in. Today, she wore a satin cocktail dress with high heels, her almond-shaped eyes slightly narrowed, calmly yet sharply scanning the lounge.
In the center sat her father, Xia Youbiao, snuggled up next to him was her sister, Xia Sicai. On the sofa beside them sat her brother, Xia Ju'an.
Upon her arrival, Xia Youbiao's face brightened considerably. Xia Youbiao, in his fifties, looked well-preserved, almost as if he were in his early forties. Free from the potbelly and greasiness of middle-aged men, he had a gentle temperament. Although years of business had toughened him and instilled some cunning, he still maintained a refined and scholarly demeanor.
Her brother, Xia Ju'an, sitting aside, seemed pleased to see her but was also very worried about her impending encounter with Mrs. Tong.