"I will be careful." Shen Jingrou's lips curved slightly, a faint smile spreading across her mouth.
Shen Jingrou's features were refined, and her gaze was gentle yet dignified.
Just then, the auntie entered with a cup of tea, placed it beside Meng Heming's hand, and silently withdrew.
In the living room, with a hint of sandalwood scent, Meng Heming picked up the teacup, took a sip, and as he was setting it back down, Shen Jingrou softly said, "Dad wanted me to bring some tea over." She had given it to the auntie when she arrived.
"That was thoughtful of him." Meng Heming nodded.
Shen's father had surely sent expensive tea.
"Uncle Meng..." Shen Jingrou spoke, her eyes somewhat distant, her words halting.
"If you have something to say, just say it." Meng Heming's piercing gaze swept over her.
Seeing him so composed, as if assured that she had something on her mind, Shen Jingrou hesitated, looking around before speaking gently, "I would like to stay here for a while."
