She sat on the sofa in Xing Shiyao’s study – her father’s study – waiting quietly. She didn’t know why her father insisted she come, and now that she was here, it seemed she had arrived at an inconvenient time, uncertain if he would have time to see her.
Time passed. Thirty minutes later, she finally saw her father appear in the study.
Qianyi stood up, calling, “Dad.”
“Mm,” Xing Shiyao responded, nodding and gesturing for her to sit.
He sat on the sofa opposite her and asked, “How are your studies lately?”
“Fine.”
Xing Shiyao, nearly fifty, was well-maintained and must have been a handsome man when young.
“You’ll be entering your senior year next semester, right?”
Xing Yun said: “Shall we go say hello?” Xing Tuo replied: “If you want to go, you go. I won’t.”
“How can you be like this? She’s our sister.” Xing Tuo impatiently glanced at her and said: “Xing Yun, don’t bother me, go away!”
Xing Yun was so angry she couldn’t speak.
“What are you talking about, sister and brother?” Shen Xinghao, who didn’t understand, asked curiously. Xing Tuo shot a murderous look: “Shut up!”
Shen Xinghao looked at Xing Yun questioningly: “Did I say something wrong?” Xing Yun laughed: “It’s nothing. Let’s not pay attention to him! Shall we go over there? I’ll introduce someone to you.”
Shen Xinghao hesitated, glancing at the seemingly angry Xing Tuo: “Uh… is this okay?” “Let’s go.” Xing Yun dragged him away, completely ignoring Xing Tuo’s tense face.
“Qian Li!” Qian Li turned around and saw Xing Yun’s big smile. At just sixteen, Xing Yun was tall and slender, with delicate features and natural curly hair, her bright black eyes sparkling.
“When did you arrive?” Xing Yun asked. “I’ve been here a while. Dad called me to discuss some matters.”
“Oh, did you see Dad?” Xing Yun asked caringly.
“She looked at the half-head taller Xing Yun and smiled: ‘Haven’t seen you for a few months, seems like you’ve grown taller.’
‘Speaking of which, why haven’t you come for so long?’
‘I’ve been busy with studies recently.’
