Anna sat on the long fur carpet on the other side of the coffee table, staring blankly at a cactus.
Her mind was filled with Su Ji.
Pei Yuanyang squatted beside her, taking an afternoon nap.
Anna only reacted when she heard movement at the entrance. She looked over and pressed her slender and soft fingers on the cactus's thorns.
The thorns pricked her fingers, but she did not react. Her skin was so tender, and it should have hurt.
"What happened?" Du Meilan sat in the dining room. She stopped Pei Huai from a few meters away. "I just heard the news. The person in charge has already booked a return ticket!""
He didn't even stay for a night and booked a flight back. His attitude was very clear.
This was the first time Du Meilan had spoken to her youngest son in such a tone since returning to the country.
She had always doted on him the most.
