The next day, Saturday.
At the He family residence, the long table was set with Chinese snacks, beautifully made and fragrant.
Mr. He Sr. preferred Chinese style and did not follow the custom of other families who ate Western breakfasts. He Xizhou was rarely home for meals.
"Wanxing, come sit next to me."
When Shen Wanxing came downstairs, Mr. He Sr. and He Xizhou were already seated, with He Xizhou on the left side of Mr. He Sr., who gestured for her to sit on his right.
"Okay."
Shen Wanxing pursed her lips, held the hem of her skirt, and sat on the right side of Mr. He Sr., directly facing He Xizhou. She only had to slightly lift her eyes to see that proud and precious man.
He wore a tailored suit, his tie knotted impeccably, yet it somehow conveyed a sense of his asceticism.
