Bai Yaoyao found their words amusing. These people were undoubtedly envious of her, so she would not bear grudges.
These people did not know at that moment. On a certain day, when they would watch the broadcast of their president's marriage, they would discover that that person they had ignored and disdained was his wife.
Just when they were looking at clothes, someone spoke up.
"Xiaoya, is that really you?"
Hearing that voice, Duan Xinya stiffened.
Bai Yaoyao saw her aunt's reaction and turned. Across the window stood a mature-looking man, who was holding hands with a young girl.
All sorts of scenarios flashed across Bai Yaoyao's mind as she tried to guess what may have happened.
"Xiaoya, is that really you?" The man held back tears in his eyes as he looked at Duan Xinya.
"Gao Jifeng, let go of me."
"I'm not letting go. Xiaoya, it's been five years. I thought you've already…"
