The door to the restroom opened, and Hen Li stuck out her small face, nervously saying, "Sis, there's a guest..."
"Shen Mosheng, the husband of Yingying, you met him on the day of their wedding."
"I met him, but I'm scared..." Hen Li said weakly, her body unconsciously shrinking back towards the doorway.
She was naturally shy, and in an effort to make herself braver and be less fearful of strangers, she tried participating in various courage-testing events as a child.
But all had ended in failure, and she became even more fearful of strangers. After that, she never dared to struggle against it anymore.
"Don't be afraid, if Shen Mosheng dares to scare you, tonight I'll make him play rock-paper-scissors with himself in the mirror, and he won't be allowed to sleep until he wins," Han Yingying moved closer, soothing her with a smile.
