To reach the Xia Family's banquet hall, one had to pass through a small garden.
The garden was filled with colorful tulips and wind chimes, which swayed and released a rich fragrance with the breeze, and in between them was a swing placed there.
In the center of the garden, there was a pond dug out, its water very clear, home to several goldfish.
As she passed by the swing, Xia Ran had a nostalgic expression on her face, a faint smile at the corner of her lips as she turned her head towards Fu Yanhe, "Mr. Fu, do you still remember that swing?"
"When we were kids, you and I often played there, and I even tricked you by saying if you pushed the swing for me, I would be your bride."
Shen Yanhe knew there was an intentional element to her words, but she couldn't deny that hearing the "wonderful" memories between Fu Yanhe and Xia Ran
made her feel somewhat uncomfortable.
