Having kneaded his daughter into adulthood, Wen Shixuan's technique was both gentle and unique.
Fan Shuxia was initially surprised, then felt an unprecedented warmth. The rough palm seemed like a tuft of cotton, the forehead rub cool and soothing, as if a divine hand caused her nerves to relax instantly. She opened her eyes and looked up.
Wen Shixuan's simple smile, in the light of the lamp, conveyed a sense of everlasting reassurance without the need for any defenses.
Fan Shuxia stared blankly at his face.
"She's my sister." Fan Shenyuan, seeing her calm down, breathed a sigh of relief and continued the introduction to Wen Shixuan.
"If she's Manager Fan's family, she's my friend," Wen Shixuan replied with a beaming smile.
Lin Jiajing stepped forward, serving water to the two of them.
It was only then that Fan Shenyuan noticed her, and he was taken aback, his gaze fixed on her face and unable to move away.
"Oh. This is my niece," Wen Shixuan said.
