"Master, please wait inside the carriage. When the young miss returns and sees you've been standing out here waiting, she'll definitely feel troubled again,"
Xu Wentian shook his head. It had been two years since he last saw his goddaughter. Qingqing had grown up by his side; how could the old man not miss her?
It was just that his daughter had her own aspirations, and he couldn't hinder her development.
As soon as Zuo Qing stepped out of the car, she saw Xu Wentian waiting outside the station.
Thinking that the old master might have been waiting here for a long time, Zuo Qing felt both distressed and helpless, and hurriedly ran over.
Zuo Qing bore the countenance of a Jiangnan woman—a small face, gentle, delicate.
Bright eyes, white teeth, utterly charming.
Xu Wentian had spotted her the instant she stepped off the car.
Seeing her delicate and vivacious smile, Xu Wentian was momentarily dazed, as if the woman from his memories was running towards him.