Remaining silent, it was only a long while later that Wang Jing Hua softly and hesitantly said, "He… He also wants to look for Wang Jing Ti."
Sighing, Di Tou walked over and slightly ruffled Wang Jing Hua's hair and said, "But, he's tired." Pausing for a moment, he added, "You're tired too."
Under Di Tou's palm, Wang Jing Hua who had been squirming slightly froze again, and in the end shrunk back a little, as if her height had suddenly dropped a few inches.
Taking half a step back, Di Tou saw that Wang Jing Hua had curled up in her seat, her knees up and her arms wrapped around them. At this moment, she didn't look like the brilliant Wang Jing Hua, the current generation matron of the Wang family, nor did she look like one of the two pillars of the Wang family business which was on its way to dominating the kingdom's wine industry. She just looked like a lost little girl.
