Zhang Xiaoshan rose to his feet, put on his clothes, and stepped out into the yard, opening the front gate.
Outside stood a young girl with curly hair, wearing black boots and tight jeans, her figure plump.
She was a few years younger than Zhang Xiaoshan, but she dressed maturely and was quite attractive, with a small white cloth tied around her arm.
Wu Lingling.
The only daughter of Wu Laohu.
"Lingling, what brings you here?"
Zhang Xiaoshan asked, puzzled.
Wu Lingling had hurried back from the city's health school because of her father's death.
Counting the time, it had been a few years since they last met. Now, Wu Lingling had grown quite radiant, even more beautiful than before, especially since she had been studying in the city and knew how to dress herself, she indeed had her fair share of beauty.
However, Zhang Xiaoshan didn't have much of a relationship with Wu Lingling, and their interactions were limited.
