Hollywood, I became a legend with special effects.

Chapter 108 Is Xiao Liu the biological son?

On the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month, at 6:40 a.m., the winter light in Beijing was not yet fully bright.

Jiang Yu was making coffee in the kitchen. The water in the French press had just boiled. He poured in the ground coffee powder and watched the dark brown powder tumble and settle in the water.

In the living room, the 24-inch silver suitcase was neatly packed and stood in the entryway, like a silent sentinel.

He and Liu Yifei picked out the suitcase together.

Last month on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, she dragged him around for two whole hours, from Samsonite to Rimowa, and finally chose this German brand.

"These wheels are so smooth." She squatted down and pushed the box around like a child. "Look, it's completely silent. And the box is made of polycarbonate, so it's lightweight and drop-resistant."

Jiang Yu was leaning against the shelf, looking at her serious profile, and suddenly felt that the scene was very real.

An ordinary couple goes shopping and picks out a small suitcase, discussing whether the wheels are smooth and whether the suitcase is durable.

"Buy it if you like it," he said.

"It's not that I like it, it's for you to use." Liu Yifei stood up, dusted off her hands, "You travel a lot for work, so your suitcase is very important. My old, beat-up suitcase broke at the airport once, and my things were scattered all over the place. It was so embarrassing."

In the end, she swiped her card and bought two, one silver and one black, a matching couple's set.

"Black is mine, silver is yours," she said matter-of-factly. "Next time we go on a business trip together, we'll use this one."

The coffee is ready.

Jiang Yu poured himself a glass, without adding sugar or milk, and sipped it slowly in the quiet of the morning.

Outside the window, the city's outline gradually becomes clear in the morning mist, and the glass curtain wall of the CBD in the distance reflects the pale light of dawn.

My phone vibrated; it was a schedule reminder: "Departure at 07:30, Beijing Capital International Airport Terminal 3, Flight CA1345, Wuhan Tianhe Airport."

He put down the cup and went into the bedroom to change his clothes.

Inside the closet, the gray sweatshirt was neatly folded and placed in the most conspicuous position.

Liu Yifei bought these when she went back to Beijing last time. She called them "couple outfits," but in fact, the two pieces are almost identical except for the size.

"That way, no one will notice." In the video, she holds up two hoodies in front of the camera, gesturing to show them off. "Only we know they're matching outfits. How romantic!"

Jiang Yu was in a meeting at the time, wearing headphones, listening to the report from the US on the progress of the special effects for "The Expendables" while watching her smiling face on the screen.

David is saying in the headphones, "The particle effects in this explosion scene need optimization," while she's saying on the screen, "Do you prefer gray or light blue?"

That sense of split is quite interesting; one second you're battling it out in the business world, and the next you're immersed in the warmth and ordinariness of everyday life.

He put on a hoodie; the material was very soft.

The small embroidered logo on her left chest was designed by Liu Yifei herself: the letters "Y" and "F" are intertwined with smooth lines, resembling some kind of ancient pattern.

At first glance, it looks like an ordinary brand logo.

"I drew more than a dozen drafts." She was very proud of herself at the time. "This last one is the best. Y is you, F is me, and they overlap to represent us being together."

Jiang Yu looked down at the logo, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

He put on jeans and those white skate shoes, which she also bought for him, saying that this is the trend for young people these days.

"You always wear suits, it's too serious," she argued. "When you go home for the New Year, you should look like you're coming home."

Hoodies and jeans, so familiar and comforting!

Everything was ready by 7:10.

Jiang Yu picked up his backpack, an ordinary backpack containing a laptop, charger, wallet, and gifts for his parents.

The Hermès scarf for Zhou Huiwen was packaged in a light gray gift box, while the Vacheron Constantin watch for Jiang Jianguo was packaged in a dark blue watch box.

Before leaving, he did one last check of the house: the appliances were off, the windows were closed, and the heating was set to energy-saving mode.

The plants on the balcony have been watered; they should last until he gets back.

The Ragdoll cat named "Dongdong" is temporarily staying at Wang Wei's house. Wang Wei sent photos showing Dongdong occupying her sofa with a proud expression that says, "This is my new territory."

At 7:25, Jiang Yu dragged his suitcase into the elevator.

Gray hoodie, dark blue jeans, white sneakers—he looks like a college student.

If it weren't for the calmness in his eyes honed by years of high-intensity work, and the slightly furrowed brow, probably no one would associate him with the chairman of Chasing Light Holdings who stood firm at the negotiating table.

As the elevator descended, he sent Liu Yifei a text message: "Off we go."

Almost instantly, she replied: "Be careful on the road! I'm up and packing. My mom insists on bringing some cured fish and meat to your house, I said no, but she insists [facepalm]"

Jiang Yu smiled and typed: "Auntie, you're too kind. Drive carefully, the airport roads are slippery."

"Okay, Mommy Jiang~" Another funny face emoji.

The elevator takes you to the underground parking garage.

The driver, Xiao Zhang, was already waiting. When he saw Jiang Yu's attire, he was clearly taken aback for a moment, but quickly regained his professional demeanor: "Good morning, Mr. Jiang."

"Good morning." Jiang Yu put his suitcase in the trunk. "To Terminal 3."

"OK."

The car drove out of the residential area and merged into the morning rush hour traffic.

On a winter morning in Beijing, the streets seem to have just woken up, still drowsy and sleepy.

Steam rose from the breakfast stalls, and office workers hurried past, wrapped tightly in their coats.

This kind of lively atmosphere is something you can't see inside the Yintai Center.

Jiang Yu leaned back in his seat, watching the street scene flash by outside the window, and suddenly felt a strange sense of detachment; he was a different person from the Jiang Yu who was now returning home for the Chinese New Year.

My phone vibrated again; this time it was Chen Jingming.

"Mr. Jiang, the final version of the year-end bonus plan has been sent to your email. As you requested, frontline employees will receive a 30% increase, middle-level managers a 20% increase, and senior executives a 10% increase. Wang Jian said he doesn't want his share and will give it to the technology team."

Jiang Yu opened his email and quickly browsed the attachments.

The numbers are impressive, especially in this economic downturn; the year-end bonus for Chasing Light is enough to make anyone in the industry envious.

He knew this was the right thing to do. That year, from building the Light and Shadow Cloud to tackling the special effects challenges, from JD.com's life-saving investment to the difficult negotiations with Disney, everyone had given their all.

"If he doesn't want it, give it to his wife and transfer it to his family member's card," Jiang Yu replied. "Also, double-check the New Year's gift packages prepared for all employees' parents before shipping to avoid any problems. Especially for employees from other places, make sure they are delivered before the Spring Festival."

"Understood. A dedicated person has been assigned to follow up; it should be delivered before the 29th of the twelfth lunar month." Chen Jingming paused, "President Jiang, are you really going back alone? Perhaps I should arrange for an assistant to accompany you, just in case anything is needed—"

"There's no 'what if'," Jiang Yu interrupted. "I'm just going home for the New Year, not to negotiate. You should also take a break early and spend time with your daughter. She's going to middle school this year, right? Spend more time with her."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then Chen Jingming's somewhat emotional voice came through: "Thank you, Mr. Jiang—have a safe trip."

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, the car was already on the airport expressway.

Outside the window, the city's outline receded rapidly, and the skyline gradually became clear in the morning light.

Jiang Yu closed his eyes, his mind going over the day's events: arriving in Wuhan at 11:00 AM, Liu Yifei picking him up, lunch at home, visiting her house in the afternoon, and a family dinner in the evening—

Also, I need to find an opportunity to formally talk to my parents about him and Liu Yifei.

Although Zhou Huiwen already knew, saying it formally has a different meaning.

At 7:50, we arrived at Terminal 3.

Jiang Yu didn't let Xiao Zhang take it in; he dragged his suitcase into the departure hall himself.

He didn't use the VIP lane or go to the first-class lounge; he queued at the check-in counter just like any other passenger.

Ahead was a young couple. The girl was dozing off with her head on the boy's shoulder, while the boy was dragging a suitcase with one hand and gently patting her back with the other, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Ahead of me was a mother with a child, about three or four years old, sitting on a suitcase, holding a small airplane model, making "whoosh" sounds, and swinging his legs back and forth.

The procession moved slowly.

Jiang Yu leaned against the railing, took out his phone, and saw that Liu Yifei had sent another message: "Have you arrived at the airport? Have you had breakfast?"

"We're here. We've eaten," he replied. "And you?"

"I'm eating hot dry noodles made by my mom. Doesn't it look delicious? [Image]"

The picture shows a bowl of hot dry noodles drizzled with sesame sauce, garnished with scallions, diced radish, and pickled cowpeas, which looks incredibly tempting.

Jiang Yu laughed and typed: "I'm craving it. I'm going to eat two bowls tonight."

"Enough for everyone!"

The young lady at the check-in counter took his ID card, and when she checked it in the system, she was clearly taken aback. She looked up at him, then looked down to check the information, repeating this process three times.

Jiang Yu knew what she was thinking; the name on her ID card was the same as the name that occasionally appeared in the news.

The person in front of me, wearing a hoodie and jeans, alone with a small suitcase, doesn't seem to fit the description at all.

He didn't explain, he just waited quietly.

I printed my boarding pass, checked my luggage, went through security, and arrived at the boarding gate at 8:20.

The plane takes off at nine o'clock.

Jiang Yu bought a bottle of mineral water at the convenience store next to the boarding gate and also picked up a copy of Caijing magazine.

When he went to pay, the cashier, a young girl, looked up at him and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Are you—"

Is this Mr. Jiang Yu, CEO?

Jiang Yu paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

The girl's eyes lit up. She restrained herself from screaming, quickly paid the bill, put the magazine and bottled water into a bag, and handed it over with both hands: "Mr. Jiang, I'm a fan of 'The Witch.' Happy New Year to you."

"Thank you." Jiang Yu took the bag and said sincerely, "Happy New Year to you too."

As he walked out of the convenience store, he overheard the girl whispering to her colleague, "It really is him! He looks so much younger in person than in the photos, and he's so friendly—"

Jiang Yu smiled and found a corner seat to sit down.

He opened the magazine; the cover story was "2008: Opportunities and Crises for Chinese Enterprises," and inside was a report about Light Chaser Holdings, titled "Light Chaser Holdings: Chasing the Light in the Winter." He glanced at it briefly; it was fairly objective, mentioning JD.com's investment in DJI and the technological breakthroughs of LightCloud.

The boarding announcement came on.

Jiang Yu put away the magazine, picked up his bag, and headed towards the boarding gate.

As he passed the huge glass curtain wall, he saw his own reflection: an ordinary young man going home.

This is good. Coming home should feel like coming home.

The plane broke through the clouds and climbed to cruising altitude.

Jiang Yu sat by the window, where a thick sea of ​​clouds, like cotton candy, stretched out before him, and the sunlight poured down without any obstruction, making him squint.

He dimmed the screen, opened his laptop, and began processing the backlog of emails.

One of the emails was from Wu Na, a year-end summary about North American Light and Shadow Digital.

The attached document contains a detailed report: 2008 revenue of US$9365 million, net profit of US$4708 million, and 23 new clients, 8 of which were major Hollywood studios.

She wrote at the end of the email: "Boss, the location for the Vancouver R&D center has been decided. It's in Yaletown, and the rent..."

It's 40% cheaper than in Los Angeles. The local government has offered excellent tax incentives, and it's expected to be operational by next June.

Jiang Yu replied, "Very good. Also, when contacting Disney, we can appropriately disclose the progress of our Vancouver center. Let them know that our production capacity and cost advantages will become increasingly significant."

The second letter was from Jiang Xuerou, outlining a preliminary plan for the "sales" of characters from "Tron: Legacy". She listed seven interested companies, ranging from film and television giants like Huayi Brothers and Orange Sky Entertainment, to talent agencies looking to promote artists, and even two internet companies interested in venturing into the industry.

"Currently, the highest bidders are Starlight Entertainment and Huayi Brothers, who are willing to offer $300 million and $260 million respectively for the female lead role."

"$10,000, plus priority investment rights in three future films. I think we can wait a bit longer, let the news of the collaboration with Disney circulate for a couple of days, then the price can go up."

Jiang Yu pondered for a moment, then replied, "No rush. Release the news in batches to build suspense. Remember, we're not just selling roles, we're selling tickets to Hollywood."

The third email was from David, his tone as exaggerated as ever: "Boss!!! Disney replied, Franco agreed to all the conditions! The draft contract will be sent over in two days! Also, he asked me privately if Light Chaser was interested in participating in Disney's next animation project—I said I had to ask our boss, he's on vacation and can't bother him." Hahahaha!

Jiang Yu smiled and replied, "We can reach out. Tell them that Light Chaser Animation's collaborations in the animation field must involve deep involvement, not just simple financial investment. We want technology sharing and copyright revenue sharing."

After finishing my work emails, I had been flying for an hour.

The flight attendants began serving meals, and Jiang Yu ordered a Chinese breakfast: congee, side dishes, and steamed buns. The taste was so-so, but it was warm and comforting.

He turned off the computer, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes to rest.

But her mind kept racing, filled with all sorts of things: JD.com's Series B+ funding, Guangying Cloud's five-year plan, preparations for the start of filming for "Lucy," and Liu Yifei's upcoming schedule—

And then there's her and Liu Xiaoli.

Last time, Liu Xiaoli told him privately, "Xiaoyu, Qianqian seems gentle, but she's stubborn at heart. Once she's made up her mind, nothing can change it. She likes you wholeheartedly. You—you must treat her well."

He said, "Don't worry, Auntie, I will."

Liu Xiaoli looked at him with a complex expression, a mixture of relief and worry: "You two are both young, and your careers are on the rise. It will be the norm for you to see each other less and less in the future. Relationships need nurturing, and no matter how busy you are, you must make time for each other. I've said this to Qianqian as well."

Jiang Yu nodded solemnly at that moment.

He knew Liu Xiaoli's concerns; this industry was full of temptations and uncertainties.

Many seemingly unbreakable relationships ultimately succumb to distance, time, and the pervasive superficiality of this industry.

He had confidence in himself, and in Liu Yifei; neither of them were the kind of people who would be easily swayed.

The plane began its descent, and the captain's voice came over the intercom: "Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to land at Wuhan Tianhe Airport. The ground temperature is -2 degrees Celsius, and it's cloudy. Please dress warmly."

Jiang Yu opened his eyes and straightened the back of his chair.

Through the porthole, he could see the winding outline of the Yangtze River below, and the chessboard-like streets of Wuhan. This was the city where he grew up, studied, and then went to university in Beijing at the age of nineteen.

Every time I come back, I feel a complex sense of warmth, familiarity, yet also a bit of distance.

At 11:07, the plane landed smoothly.

After turning on her phone, Liu Yifei sent three text messages: "Have you gotten off the plane yet?" "I'm in parking lot B, black Audi, license plate ends in 0825." "Are you dressed warmly enough? It's -2 degrees Celsius in Wuhan today, colder than Beijing, damp and chilly, it really hits you to the bone."

He replied one by one: "Just landed." "Coming right away." "I'm wearing a down jacket, I'm not cold. Are you dressed warmly enough?"

"I'm wearing a super thick down jacket, I look like a bear [bear emoji]"

Jiang Yu smiled.

After collecting my luggage and stepping out of the arrival hall, I was immediately enveloped by the damp, cold air.

The cold in Wuhan is indeed different; it carries the chill of the Yangtze River's moisture, which can penetrate clothing and seep straight into the bones.

He zipped up his down jacket and dragged his suitcase toward the parking lot.

Area B is located at the farthest end of the terminal building.

Jiang Yu walked for seven or eight minutes before he saw the Audi parked quietly in the corner.

The car windows were tinted with dark film, and the silhouette of the person in the driver's seat could be vaguely seen through the windshield.

He walked over and knocked on the driver's side window.

The glass slowly lowered, revealing a face wearing a black mask and a fisherman's hat, with only a pair of smiling, crescent-shaped eyes showing.

"Sir, need a taxi?" Liu Yifei asked in a low voice, mimicking a taxi driver's tone. "Fifty to the city center, no bargaining. Thirty per person if we share."

Jiang Yu opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, and put the box in the back seat.

The car was well-heated, and there was a faint fragrance emanating from her.

"Driver, to Donghu Villa District." He played along, "Can you give me a discount? I take this line often."

"No, this is the Spring Festival price." Liu Yifei took off her mask, revealing her entire face.

She wore light makeup today, with her eyebrows finely drawn and her lips painted a light peach color, making her look radiant.

She was wearing a long, off-white down jacket, looking as bulky as a real bear, but the light gray turtleneck sweater peeking out from the neckline added a touch of softness.

"Alright then." Jiang Yu fastened his seatbelt, then suddenly leaned over and quickly kissed her cheek. "Let's pay a deposit for the fare first."

Liu Yifei's face flushed red. She glanced out the car window instinctively to make sure no one was watching before glaring at him, her voice laced with laughter: "You're being a pervert!"

"How can you call it being a pervert when it comes to your girlfriend?" Jiang Yu sat back down, speaking with righteous indignation. "This is called—prepaying the fare."

"Smooth talker," she muttered under her breath, but the corners of her mouth were turned up so wide she couldn't suppress it.

I started the car and slowly drove out of the parking space. "Your mom just texted me, asking where we are. I told her your flight is delayed and you'll arrive around midnight. That way we'll have some time alone."

"Smart," Jiang Yu praised, reaching out to tidy her hair that was pinned down by the seatbelt. "Missed me?"

"No, I don't." She stubbornly insisted, but the tips of her ears were already red. "It's just—I kind of want to. Just a tiny bit."

Jiang Yu smiled and didn't expose her.

As the car drove onto the airport expressway, the scenery outside the window was typical of winter in Wuhan: a hazy sky, bare sycamore trees, and signs on the roadside advertising "hot dry noodles," "bean curd sheets," and "rice wine."

In the distance, the steel cables of the Second Yangtze River Bridge are faintly visible in the mist.

"How's your mom doing lately?" Jiang Yu asked Liu Xiaoli.

"It's great, but she keeps talking about you." Liu Yifei gripped the steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. "She said the Moutai you recommended she buy last time has gone up 15%, which is much better than what she bought blindly before. She also said you know a lot and wants me to learn more about financial management from you."

"Auntie is too kind to me."

"She really likes you." Liu Yifei turned to look at him, her eyes gentle. "My mom is very good at judging people. She said you're responsible and reliable. It's just that sometimes you work too hard, and she asked me to remind you to take care of your health. She said money can't be earned forever, but your health is your own responsibility."

Jiang Yu felt a warmth in his heart. Liu Xiaoli's words were very casual, but her concern was genuine.

She truly considered him family, which is why she said such "nagging" things.

"By the way," Liu Yifei remembered something, "how's your dad's shopping mall project going? I heard you say last time that you were acquiring land, did you manage to get it?"

"I got three plots," Jiang Yu said. "One is in Optics Valley, one in Hankou, and one in Wuchang. The one in Optics Valley is the biggest, 80,000 square meters, and we plan to develop it into an urban complex with shopping malls, office buildings, and apartments. My dad is running around to the planning bureau and construction committee all day long, he's so busy he barely has time to breathe, but he's got a lot of energy."

"Your dad is the same, he's over fifty years old, and he's still working so hard."

"He's willing." Jiang Yu smiled. "Before, when I was in the building materials business, I always felt it was a small business and not respectable."

Now, working in commercial real estate, he feels like he's building a career, changing the face of cities, and he's incredibly motivated. I've assigned him a professional team; he handles macro-level decision-making and relationship maintenance, while the team takes care of the specifics of execution—it doesn't burden him.

Liu Yifei nodded, then suddenly said, "I think this is a good idea. You're helping your dad transition his career so he can have his own business; my mom also has her own things to do now. She's recently been learning tea ceremony and flower arrangement, and she's also joined the community book club. We can't let our parents still revolve around us all the time; we need to let them have their own lives and their own social circles."

She spoke in a very mature tone.

Looking at her profile as she focused on driving, Jiang Yu suddenly realized that although this girl was only twenty-two years old and still considered a "young girl" by many, she had probably experienced more than many thirty-year-olds.

A single-parent family, early fame, the ups and downs of the entertainment industry, and the unseen pressures and scrutiny —

These experiences taught her early on what responsibility and independence are.

The car entered the East Lake Tunnel.

The orange lights flashed past the car window, casting flickering shadows on Liu Yifei's face.

She stared intently ahead, her eyelashes casting soft shadows beneath her eyes, her nose straight, and her lips slightly parted.

Jiang Yu reached out and gently took her hand, which was resting on the gear shift lever.

Her hands were soft and a little cold.

Liu Yifei turned to look at him, her eyes sparkling in the tunnel lights, like they were filled with tiny diamonds.

"What's wrong?" she asked softly.

"It's nothing." Jiang Yu squeezed her hand, palm to palm, "I just wanted to hold your hand."

She smiled, said nothing, and simply held his hand in return.

Their fingers intertwined, warmth passed between their palms.

As the car emerged from the tunnel, the view suddenly opened up before us.

The surface of East Lake is wide, and the outline of Moshan Mountain can be vaguely seen in the distance.

The red roofs and white walls of the lakeside villas are partially hidden among the sparse trees, like a town from a fairy tale.

Coming.

Instead of driving directly to Jiang Yu's house, Liu Yifei took a detour and drove slowly along Donghu East Road.

The scenery along this road is beautiful, with a lake on one side and lush forests on the other. Although the leaves have fallen in winter, the strong branches still have a unique charm.

"I used to come here to play a lot when I was little." She looked out the window, her voice filled with nostalgia. "Back then, Donghu Lake wasn't developed as much as it is now, and the roads weren't as wide. My mom would ride her bicycle with me on the back, and I would sit on the back, holding onto her waist. In the summer, there were lotus pods for sale by the lake, and my mom would buy a few. We would sit under the shade of the trees and peel and eat them; they were so sweet and refreshing."

As Jiang Yu listened, he imagined the scene: little Liu Yifei, with her hair in a ponytail, sitting on the back of a bicycle, holding a lotus seedpod, laughing carefree.

Back then, she wasn't "Fairy Sister" or actress Liu Yifei; she was just an ordinary little girl.

"And then?" he asked.

"Then—I grew up." Her voice softened. "I went abroad, went back to Beijing to study, acted in movies, and became famous."

I'm returning to Wuhan less and less often. Every time I come back, I feel like things have changed, yet it seems the same. The lake is still the same lake, the trees are still the same trees, but I'm not the same person anymore.

There was a hint of sadness in her words. Jiang Yu squeezed her hand tighter: "You are still you."

Liu Yifei turned to look at him and smiled: "Yeah. At least in front of you, I'm still me."

The car turned into the villa area.

The villas here are all detached, with ample spacing, ensuring excellent privacy.

Jiang Yu's house is located near the lake. It is a three-story building with light beige stone exterior walls. There is an old osmanthus tree in the yard, which has lost all its leaves and its branches stretch vigorously towards the sky.

When Liu Yifei drove the car into the yard, Zhou Huiwen was already standing at the door waiting.

She wore a light gray turtleneck cashmere sweater with a dark blue knitted cardigan over it, her hair loosely tied back, and thin-rimmed glasses.

Upon seeing the car, a smile immediately appeared on her face, and she quickly walked over.

"Hello, Auntie." Liu Yifei got out of the car, pulling her down jacket a little shyly. "I'm here to freeload a meal."

"What do you mean 'mooching a meal'? It's just eating at home." Zhou Huiwen came up and naturally took Liu Yifei's hand, touching it. "Your hands are so cold, come inside. Xiaoyu too, you don't even know to warm people's hands."

Jiang Yu took the luggage out of the trunk and, upon hearing this, was both amused and exasperated: "Mom, how am I supposed to warm her hands in the car?"

"Couldn't you turn the air conditioning up a bit?" Zhou Huiwen rolled her eyes at him, then turned to Liu Yifei and spoke in a gentler tone, "Qianqian, where's your mom? Why didn't she come with us?"

"My mom is preparing for the New Year at home. She said she'll come to visit you and Uncle again tomorrow," Liu Yifei said obediently. "She asked me to bring some cured fish and meat. It's in the trunk. She cured it herself and said it tastes better than what you buy outside."

"Oh, you're too kind," Zhou Huiwen said, but her face lit up with a smile. "Your mother is a great cook. I still remember the pearl dumplings she made last time. Come on in, it's cold outside. The dishes are all ready and we've been waiting for you."

As Jiang Yu carried his suitcase, watching the two women walk into the house hand in hand, he suddenly felt that the scene was very harmonious.

Zhou Huiwen is gentle and intellectual, while Liu Yifei is well-behaved and sensible; they look like a mother and daughter.

He smiled and followed them into the house.

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