Since Zachary had flatly refused, saying he didn't use Weibo, the task of teaching the elder Mrs. Fairchild and Mrs. Fairchild how to use it ultimately fell to Olivia.
Olivia had just agreed to the elder Mrs. Fairchild's request when, on the other side of the room, the elder Mr. Fairchild and Mr. Fairchild emerged from the study.
Upon seeing Olivia, Mr. Fairchild wore his usual stern expression. The elder Mr. Fairchild, however, was different from their first meeting; this time, his face actually held a hint of a smile.
"Olivia, you're here."
Olivia stood up and replied respectfully, "Yes. Hello, sir."
'I've weathered all sorts of storms in the apocalypse, but facing the elder Mr. Fairchild still makes me feel a little intimidated.'
Although the elder Mr. Fairchild was dressed modestly and had a gentle expression, the commanding aura of a man long accustomed to power was impossible to ignore. She couldn't help but feel a deep sense of reverence toward such a person.
