Mason Simpson looked up at her with a worried face, steadying the ladder.
"Emily, you should come down and let Dad do it."
Emily glanced at the lantern in her hand, feeling reluctant to give up, but because she really couldn't reach, she obediently took the lantern and came down from the ladder.
Just then, a black Sedan pulled up in front of the villa's courtyard.
Father and daughter both looked over at the same time.
They saw the car door open, and out stepped a man, wearing a black down jacket with a tall figure.
Even though he hadn't turned his face towards them, Emily recognized him as Lorne Noah Jackson just from his silhouette.
Lorne took a bunch of gifts from inside the car and, turning around, walked briskly towards them.
"Lorne, it's you," Mason said, seeing Lorne, and he smiled at his daughter at his side.
"Uncle," Lorne nodded his head in acknowledgment.
Emily glanced at the gifts he was carrying; every year at this time, Auntie Wenxin would bring her gifts.
