Zhenming was overjoyed, but her voice was tinged with a sobbing tone, her nostrils flaring, and tears streaming down like broken beads, her expression looking even more miserable than crying.
Who would have thought, the unexpected turn of events, the Seventh Young Master... actually returned safely, this was truly a piece of heavenly good news.
Bai Qingyan lifted her eyes, her tightly furrowed brow relaxed, and she slowly stood up, supporting herself on the desk: "Let's go out and welcome them..."
She originally thought that her mother, aunts, and sisters would only arrive tomorrow, but unexpectedly, they returned today.
Seeing this, Zhenming hurriedly went forward to support Bai Qingyan. Seeing her own eldest lady's pale complexion and the dark circles under her eyes, struggling to hold herself up, Zhenming felt extremely heartbroken.
