The living room became even more lively all at once. Butler Ling seldom saw Zhou Ran, and now seeing that she was still the same, he felt comforted.
Many of the servants in the Shen Family were new, and some hadn't even seen Zhou Ran before. Now that they had, they found Zhou Ran's temperament to be many times better than that of the lady from the west wing and couldn't understand why the master had divorced Mrs. Zhou eight years ago.
Zhou Ran hadn't been sitting down for long when Shen Cexian also walked in.
All eyes turned to greet Shen Cexian, except for Zhou Ran, who ignored everyone and took a sip of tea.
"Cexian, it's been a long time," Bai Xuan went up and firmly grasped Shen Cexian's hand.
"Bai Xuan, you're still the same, in very good health, unlike me, who has been increasingly unwell lately," Shen Cexian sighed.
