In the bedroom, Little Xiaxia, who had been lying on the bed, had left the room at some point in time. The blanket on the bed had long lost its warmth.
Outside the manor, his subordinate had been waiting for Yu Qian for a long time. "Governor, we've already prepared a plane. We can set off immediately."
Yu Qian was about to say something when he suddenly frowned slightly. He turned around and indeed found a small head poking out of the door.
"Uncle Yu." After not seeing Yu Qian for many years, Little Xiaxia called out to him carefully.
In the office during the day, Yu Qian had already seen Little Xiaxia once, but he did not take a closer look due to the people coming and going. Now that he looked at her seriously, Little Xiaxia had indeed grown up. Her eyes were a little similar to Xia Wanyuan's, but she was a little more delicate than her.
The evening wind blew. Looking at the girl in front of him, for some reason, Yu Qian felt emotional.
