A phrase kept echoing in her ear: Lu Huai'an and Lin Chu have a five-year-old son.
Because of the child's existence, will the hatred... gradually fade away?
Shen Weiyi heard someone mention her name, and only then did her distracted mind return to reality. She nodded in thanks and said, "Thank you."
Being here, she felt like an outsider who didn't fit in.
Setting down her teacup, she stood up gracefully and said, "Uncle, I have work to attend to, so I'll be leaving first."
They were all men over fifty, with no common topics to discuss. Lu Zhengmao did not insist, "It's quite late and not safe, Huai'an, see Weiwei off."
Shen Weiyi slightly lifted her eyes to look at the man opposite, with a trace of expectation in her eyes.
Lu Huai'an also stood up, elegantly fastening the buttons on his suit jacket with his long fingers, but his words were somewhat unfeeling.
"I'm going home, it's not on the way. Let the family driver take you."
