The New Year's Eve dinner is different from lunch; the He Family also has a set of procedures for worshipping ancestors. Fu Han had participated for many years; the process was intricate and strenuous, and she didn't want grandfather to go through such hardships alone.
It was still early, and Fu Han couldn't sleep, so she thought about finding something to do. She turned around and wanted to rummage through the cabinet to take out the sketchbook He Xing brought over today and draw.
However, when she turned around, she was startled to see someone standing silently at her door. Caught off guard, she yelped and clutched her chest with a loud cry.
It wasn't that Fu Han's scream was too exaggerated because when she looked over, Xia Guoxiong was standing at the door, silently staring at her, sizing her up. It was hard to tell whether the deep look in his eyes was benign or malevolent.
