C462 Even Rotten Wood Could Not be Carved

On the second floor of the Lin family's villa, Ye Xiaoyun lay snuggled under her blanket, a secret smile playing on her lips, when the sound of footsteps thundering up the stairs reached her ears.

"Could that be Lin Xiaosheng?" she wondered, poking her head out from the covers and flicking on the light. If Lin Xiaosheng was indeed coming to see her