For all these years, Lu Jinwen had played the role of a father and an elder brother and Lu Yan had the most respect for him.
"Uncle Jin, thank you." Lu Yan smiled.
Lu Jinwen nodded his head.
"Mom." Tang Mo'er held Lin Xuanji's hand, asking concernedly, "How are you doing recently?"
Lin Xuanji wore a white cheongsam with subtle, gold thread detailing. The prime of her youth had already passed, now she had become even more gentle with her age and had settled so finely, like a cup of tea with a wonderful aftertaste that was reminiscent of memories of the past.
She didn't seem to have aged at all, not even a fine line appeared on her face. Her signature style was cheongsams now, women at her age truly pulled off cheongsams the best.
No matter what phase of life she was in, Lin Xuanji was simply charming and undeniably attractive.
