Shen Hua had been waiting here for quite some time.
Ji Xin had always been attending to her carefully by her side, with a tea table next to the girl, laden with fruits and desserts.
Shen Hua did not rise, just lazily sprawled in the soft chair, her glossy black eyes seemingly free of any impurities.
Her little face was pale and radiant, the girl's demeanor exuding bold arrogance, her chin slightly raised.
She had always been polite, but not excessively so.
It was the same when she was five years old.
Back then, Shen Hua spent her days with hands clasped behind her, meddling in every small matter, trying to blow trivial things out of proportion through her involvement.
Ashamed? Not at all.
That was Shen Yangyang's skill.
Once, the girl stumbled upon two old women of the Shen Residence bitterly quarreling in a corner.
She walked over with her hands behind her back.
