In the main hall, the housekeeper aunt brought a plate of freshly cut fruit and placed it in front of Shen Jianian, warmly inviting her to eat.
Shen Jianian was restless, gave the housekeeper a slight smile without touching the fruit on the coffee table.
The waiting time was too long, every minute and second was agony, and she looked toward the stairway entrance more frequently.
Someone suddenly sat down beside her, stretched out their arm to pick up the small fork from the tray, speared a piece of pear and put it in their mouth, teasingly saying, "Worried about Fu Da, huh?"
Shen Jianian recognized Fu Jianfang's voice, not having a good impression of her, she didn't really want to pay attention. Yet, as the elder, directly ignoring her would be impolite.
She turned her head for a look, barely raised the corner of her lip, smiled and replied, "A little bit."
