Su Lu's mind suddenly conjured the phrase "Hidden Beauty."
After getting out of the car with her son, Zhao Xiaole was quite curious and kept asking Su Lu, "Auntie lives here? Mom, is it because our house isn't pretty enough that Auntie doesn't live with us?"
Su Lu smiled helplessly, "How could that be, she adores you so much."
Zhao Xiaole chuckled, "Right, right. Let's hurry up, I miss Auntie."
He grabbed Su Lu's hand and quickened his pace.
Song Boyuan walked at a steady pace alongside the mother and son and soon entered the villa.
The interior decorations of the villa were just as beautiful as the exquisite scenery in the yard. However, everything was spotlessly clean, making it look devoid of any signs of life. It felt more like a show home in a property development—despite the on-point design and décor, it all felt cold, clear, and empty.
"Where's Xiao Qiao?" Su Lu didn't see anyone in the hallway and asked.
Song Boyuan replied, "Upstairs, follow me."
