Lydia Brooke opened her car, changed into casual clothes, wore sunglasses, and headed straight to the airport.
Thinking about the person she was about to meet, Lydia Brooke felt unprecedentedly happy.
At the airport entrance.
Lydia Brooke stopped the car, saw the two people, one big, one small, standing at the airport entrance, and her lips curled into a warm smile, "Derek Brooke."
As the greeting fell, Lydia Brooke stepped out of the car with her long legs, took off her sunglasses, and her smile was fresh, "Gentlemen, I'm late, I apologize, I apologize."
"Miss Brooke, you're twenty minutes and forty seconds late," Little Mr. Derek Brooke glanced sideways at Lydia Brooke and scolded, his face very calm, but there was a twinkle in his eyes.
