Shi Nuan spent some time reading the newspaper in the living room. She didn't know how much time had passed; only after she finished the cup of tea the servant brought her did she see Song Yansheng helping Yu Yao into the house.
Shi Nuan quickly stood up and greeted them: "Mom..."
As for Song Yansheng, she glanced at him but in the end, didn't call out.
Yu Yao managed a slight smile and said a few simple words, then let Song Yansheng take Shi Nuan to the dining room for a meal.
She said she wasn't feeling well and wouldn't accompany them for breakfast.
Yu Yao was helped upstairs by a servant, and Shi Nuan watched her leaving, a bit curious.
Why did it seem like Yu Yao's eyes were a little red? An illusion?
While lost in thought, her hand was grasped by a warm large palm, and a man's deep, magnetic voice came: "This dress looks really nice on you!"
Shi Nuan blushed, and the previously comfortable dress now made her feel entirely uneasy.
