"Please don't mind."
"It's okay, child." Mr. Feng walked in with firm steps, refusing the assistance offered by Housekeeper Xing. He walked to Sheng Ning's bedside and studied her closely.
"So alike, simply so alike." His face bore a distant, weathered smile, as if it transcended time, gazing at Feng Zhifen from the past.
As if he were still a young man admiring his radiant sister, with heartfelt worship and yearning.
Under his gaze, Sheng Ning didn't know how to react and turned to Gu Yunbo for help.
Gu Yunbo, with no sense of loyalty, shrugged and gave an expression of 'You're on your own.'
Sheng Ning then looked at the girl who entered with the old man, her face delicate, dressed in an expensive gown, clearly from a prestigious family. On inspecting the girl's face, she suddenly felt a sense of familiarity. Sheng Ning touched her own face and abruptly realized they bore a resemblance.
With this realization, her doubts vanished.
She politely nodded to the girl.
