"When did you get here?" Henry Ronan and Lucy Ansley stood up together, looking at the two approaching, their eyes warm and serene.
Max Shaw stepped forward to chat idly, while Eva Ronan brushed away the arms at her lower back and walked directly to Lucy Ansley, examining her carefully, "I've heard about things at home. Are you okay?"
Lucy Ansley smiled slightly, "I'm fine, big sister, don't worry."
Apart from the Ronan Family, Henry Ronan's relatives have been exceptionally kind to her.
Whether it's the wise parents-in-law or the elegant and poised Eva Ronan, Lucy Ansley feels surrounded by the warmth of family affection.
Eva couldn't help but pinch her soft face again, "We're worried secondarily, the main thing is for you to not dwell too much on it. You're young, don't carry such heavy burdens on your mind. If it gets too much, talk to us, or let your husband handle it. Don't keep everything inside."
Just as she finished speaking, Max Shaw shot her a lukewarm glance.
