The group arrived at the hotel's grand lobby.
Still exchanging polite small talk.
Zhang Xiufang's eyes quickly scanned the crowd.
Soon, she spotted her daughter's figure, along with the excessively handsome young man standing beside her.
He was wearing a simple black turtleneck, topped with a camel gray double-breasted coat of excellent texture.
Sharp features, a straight nose, thin lips, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist.
Under the bright crystal lights in the hotel lobby, he exuded an undeniable elegance and nobility.
At this moment, he was holding Lingling's hand affectionately, smiling at the corners of his mouth, whispering something unknown to her.
That scene was just like the most romantic picture in an idol drama.
"My God… this…" Zhang Xiufang subconsciously murmured.
Not waiting for her to regain her composure.
Beside her, her aunt Yao Xueli gasped, full of disbelief, as if she had seen something dirty.
"What's wrong, Lili?"
