Yang Rubing handed Little Chen to her husband and walked into the house with the hem of her dress. She walked very quickly, just like her fiery personality. When Su Hanxuan chased after her, she was already at the door.
Su Hanxuan's heart was in his throat, and his voice had lost its usual elegance. "
"Second Sister, don't go in."
"I won't make any noise. Don't worry; I won't wake Ruxue up."
Yang Rubing turned around and said to Su Hanxuan, then reached out to push the door open. If she stepped over the threshold, she would enter the house.
Su Hanxuan's eyes flashed with anxiety as he chased after her in giant strides, wanting to stop her before she entered the house.
"Second Sister is here."
The door opened just as Su Hanxuan reached out to stop Yang Rubing. Yang Ruxue, wearing a plain lute top and a long brocade dress, stood at the door, blocking the door with her thin body.
