"Axian, Abao, you two keep Xiao'ai company here for a bit while I go call your dad back. He'll surely be happy to see Xiao'ai," Nan Feng said, then turned to Long Aixi with another instruction, "Xiao'ai, make yourself at home, no need to be reserved, just like it's your own place."
"I understand, Aunt Nan Feng," Long Aixi watched as Nan Feng left.
Her parents had always said that Nan Feng was capable and clever, and although she was now dressed in the simple clothes of a village woman, her exceptional temperament and strong-mindedness were still apparent. The house, which might look like a plain row of farm dwellings from the outside, was arranged inside with a fresh and elegant aesthetic. Many paintings hung on the walls, along with fabric decorations, and all the tables and chairs clearly had been selected with great care.
After Nan Feng had gone, Long Aixi turned back to look at Xia Dabao and Axian.
