Shi Nuan was moved by Song Yansheng, but at this moment, what was Song Yansheng thinking?
Currently, he was undoubtedly happy and joyful, but apart from joy, there was actually some other complicated emotion.
About a year ago, Song Yansheng had to go to Nanshan Residence due to certain matters.
He didn't expect Shi Nuan to be there that day; it was on the small balcony on the second floor, with Song Yichuan sitting in a wheelchair, Shi Nuan standing behind him.
She was holding a hairdryer, drying Song Yichuan's hair.
The balcony was somewhat secluded, they likely didn't notice him.
Yet Song Yansheng's gaze, once catching sight of them, couldn't be moved away.
Song Zhongming noticed his gaze, sighed and said, "Xiao Chuan's health is getting worse, fortunately, Shi Nuan carefully takes care of him, his mood is rather good!"
Song Yansheng's lips moved slightly, forcing himself to look away and said, "Where is the file that cousin mentioned?"
