Sang Qianqian could not help but hesitate, and her grip on Shen Hanyu's hand tightened unconsciously.
Sensing Sang Qianqian's strange behavior, Shen Hanyu glanced at her. "Don't be afraid. I'm here."
"Don't you have a lot of rules in your family?"
Sang Qianqian was slightly uneasy. "Is there anything I need to pay special attention to?"
Shen Hanyu ruffled her hair. "No, just be yourself."
"If they ask you something, you can answer if you want to. If you don't want to, you can choose not to answer," he added.
"Wouldn't that be a little rude?"
"It won't,"
Shen Hanyu pulled her closer to him and said in a pampering voice, "Didn't I tell you that I'm here?"
His words calmed Sang Qianqian down a little. However, when she followed Shen Hanyu into the living room and saw the house full of people, she still felt uneasy.
In the living room, 14 to 15 people were sitting around Old Lady Zhen.
