Song Fan paid no attention to her piercing gaze. She had never held Song Yin in high regard. Recent events were designed to slowly torment her. Otherwise, she would have acted sooner.
Fu Nian's eyes were fixated on Song Fan. Once he settled into his seat, he obediently started a game of chess, a shy blush gracing his cheeks. Song Yin, who had been observing him closely, didn't miss this detail.
She clutched her dress tightly, feeling like a massive joke. Despite her ornate attire, she couldn't hold a candle to Song Fan's presence.
Song Ting, still standing nearby, remained expressionless. If he had considered Song Yin's behavior childish before, he now saw her in a new light.
After spending some time at the family business, he developed the ability to read people. His lack of interaction with Song Yin, owing to his frequent absence from home, had led him to misjudge her.
