Because there was a stranger nearby, Jiang Kechu hugged Wan Chu'er and then let her go, but he reached out to touch her face and smiled contentedly, "Hmm, not bad, you haven't lost weight."
Wan Chu'er slapped his hand away, feeling it was impolite to ignore Yan Hui just like that.
In her view, Yan Hui was a person of glowing esteem and noble grace, such that in his presence, one would not harbor any ill thoughts and would pay extra attention to their own words and actions, fearing to disrupt any kind of beauty.
Wan Chu'er took Jiang Kechu's hand and said with a smile, "Uncle Jiang, do you know Mr. Yan? How come both of you arrived together?"
She had thought these two knew each other when they showed up at her door.
Jiang Kechu's mouth curled slightly as he said, "I've just returned to the capital, and I happened to run into this Mr. Yan downstairs. I thought he had gone to the wrong door."
