Nanjiang…
Song Fengwan's plane landed at 2 p.m. They picked up their luggage and took a taxi to the Yan residence. When they arrived, it was already past four.
The old Yan residence was built near the sea, and it was thousands of square meters. Beside the old Yan residence was the most famous beach resort in Nanjiang. The beach was full of people. Leaning against the car window, Song Fengwan looked outside at the clear water, blue sky, coconut trees, and sandy beach and couldn't help getting excited.
As the car drove into the Yan residence's main entrance, the cheers and laughter outside gradually disappeared. Song Fengwan couldn't help feeling nervous.
She glanced at Qiao Aiyun beside her and grabbed her hand.
Qiao Aiyun's palm was cold. She was obviously very nervous.
"Mom."
"I'm fine." Her voice was hoarse with nervousness.
