"Uncle Bai is too kind, this is a Pu'erh tea my father has stored for nearly ten years, I am merely making a humble offering with others' flowers," Shen Chi said, his face calm like the surface of water, undisturbed by any ripples.
Deep pools of black lay concealed within his eyes, impenetrably dark and seemingly endless.
Just then, Jiang Zhilan glanced around the Shen Family home and, observing the roomful of people, asked with mild curiosity, "I heard that the mother-in-law brought back a little girl eight years ago, how come I haven't seen her today?"
The butler stepped forward with a smile, "Madam, she went to school, and left early in the morning."
"Oh really, I see, I've heard Manman mention her, she seems to be called... what was it..." Jiang Zhilan pondered, pressing her forehead.
"Xu Chaomu," said the Butler, taking over the conversation.
