The two returned from the kitchen together, two minutes later.
The fruit juice in Shi Nuan's glass was still more than half full, and she was holding it carefully.
Song Yansheng gently supported her shoulder as they entered, his lips holding a gentle smile.
Yu Yao watched from a distance, filled with emotion.
Shi Nuan wore a simple outfit today, and this girl was indeed fresh and beautiful.
Standing with her son, they were surprisingly well-matched.
Thinking it over, her son and Shi Nuan, whether looking at their backgrounds, appearances, temperament, or family, were extremely well-suited.
The first time her son met Shi Nuan, Shi Nuan was six years old.
Her son felt warmth towards Shi Nuan at first glance, although he couldn't yet call it love. But her usually reticent son liked that girl.
And it was one of the few times he cared about a little girl over so many years.
She thought that if Old Sir Xu was still around and her husband hadn't had an accident.
