On the way back, Mingyao turned her face away, feeling a tightness in her chest.
Pei Siyu tilted his head, looking at Mingyao with interest: "Don't you have a good relationship with your stepmother?"
Why are you so upset about bringing up going home?
Mingyao panicked: "Ah..."
"I don't want to cause trouble for President Pei."
She twisted her fingers, looking at Pei Siyu with a pitiful expression: "Mr. Pei, my younger brother has autism."
"I'm worried that he'll cause you trouble."
Pei Siyu narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Mingyao with a deep gaze.
His eyes were deep and unfathomable, like a bottomless black hole, and if Mingyao wasn't careful, she would be swallowed up by them.
Mingyao quickly avoided his gaze and lowered her head: "If President Pei doesn't mind, I would be happy to go home with you."
The next afternoon, Mingyao and Pei Siyu arrived at the Su family's old house.
The Su family's old house is located in the suburbs, making it inconvenient to travel to and from it.
Mingyao stood outside the three-meter-high iron gate of the Su family's house, looking at the two-story villa.
Since Ming Suqin divorced Su Qiqiang, she has never returned to this house.
Uncle Meng was still the butler at the Su family's old mansion. When he saw Mingyao, his eyes lit up: "Miss."
Mingyao smiled slightly, looking at Uncle Meng who looked much older, and felt as if she had been in another world.
The Su family's old house was not much different from what she remembered. The familiar decor and furnishings brought Mingyao back to her childhood.
When Ming Suqin was alive, she liked to grow flowers and raise fish.
Now the flowers and fish are gone, replaced by cold, lifeless art sculptures.
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