Although the guests that had been invited by the Tan family were not many, they were all important figures.
Any one of them was as important as 100 people.
Tan Mo happily asked Wei Zhiqian, "Uncle, do you like what I'm wearing?"
"It's very nice," Wei Zhiqian said, nodding and laughing softly. "Only you are meant for what you are wearing."
Tan Mo moved closer to Wei Zhiqian.
Wei Zhiqian realized that the milky scent she had had when she was young had changed to the sweet scent of a young lady.
Tan Mo moved closer to his side as usual.
Wei Zhiqian lowered his eyes and could see that her skin, which was not covered by the shoulder straps and collar, was fine, fair, and soft.
Wei Zhiqian did not know why, but he felt that his breathing got a little short.
