Shen Liguang watched as she slowly bowed her head, her voice feeble and hesitantly fidgeting with her fingers while slightly curving the corners of her lips.
She was, after all, turning towards him.
"You go on in, I want to have a word with Liguang."
"Oh." Fu Ying glanced at Shen Liguang, then lowered her eyes to close the door.
She had no idea what they were discussing outside, guessing that Fu Mingchuan must be giving Shen Liguang a hard time.
She quietly sat back on the bed and started packing her things.
The living room quieted down, and Fu Mingchuan was the first to speak.
"The child is still young; please be patient with her in the future."
Shen Liguang nodded, "I will. I think she's great. I quite like it when she acts a bit spoiled. She rarely throws tantrums though. When I'm at the fire station, she hardly ever calls me, afraid she'll disturb; instead, it's me—"
Shen Liguang paused, smiling deeply.
