Han Qingqing's eyes held a hint of surprise upon seeing the visitor.
Xia Wan'an: "Auntie."
"Do you need something from me?" Han Qingqing's voice was soft and gentle as she smiled, as soothing as a spring breeze.
As she spoke, she moved her wheelchair aside with one hand, opening the door wider: "Come in and talk."
The living room was cluttered with oil paintings, and on the easel by the window, there was an unfinished piece.
All of the oil paintings had one thing in common: they all featured a woman in white, with a slender figure, but without a face. Her long hair flowed freely and her aura was somewhat reminiscent of Han Qingqing herself.
After brewing some tea and attending to Xia Wan'an and Lin Chen, Han Qingqing asked in her gentle voice, "So, what brings you here?"
Xia Wan'an nodded, still trying to gather her thoughts, when Han Qingqing's pleasant voice entered her ears again: "Is it about Yixiao being beaten?"
