After getting Shen Xiaoya to grin from ear to ear, Li Xiaomei turned to Mrs. Shen. "Ma'am, I'm a nurse," she said solicitously. "I can see your complexion isn't the best. When I have a moment, I can help you work on your health. You have the face of someone who will live to be a hundred."
Mrs. Shen was so delighted by her words that her eyes crinkled into a thin line.
Chen Feng had already returned to his room and was unpacking his things. This room used to be Shen Yi's. Shen Yi's belongings had all been moved out, but the bed and desk hadn't been replaced. There were still knife-carved marks on them, and Chen Feng frowned slightly.
'Shen Yi's things.'
He didn't actually want them. But with his mother so busy currying favor with the Shen Family, he couldn't afford to seem ill-mannered. Thankfully, while the bed and desk had belonged to Shen Yi, at least the bedding and pillowcases were his own.
