Xu Jiamu didn't speak for a long time.
But Song Xiangsi was in no hurry. She sat there calmly, and looked even more composed than him.
The room was silent.
Who knows how long had passed before Xu Jiamu cleared his throat. For a brief moment, he let out an "En", then shifted and said, "How have you been all these years in America?"
Those few simple words suddenly softened Song Xiangsi's heart. The calm and collected attitude she tried so hard to uphold almost shattered to nothing just like that.
She tightly balled up her fists and tried her hardest to not show any emotions on her face, but her heart was already turbulent.
She silently gazed at Xu Jiamu for a long time, before she pulled a polite smile. "Thank you Mr. Xu for caring, I'm good."
Song Xiangsi's cold and distant demeanor caught Xu Jiamu off guard. He lowered his eyes, flustered, and said after another pause, "I hear that you got married in America?"
