Give Her Strength That Comforted Her

"This painting is the last masterpiece of the late Mr. Totres, the great oil painter of the last century. It was auctioned at the National Exhibition Center of Estan, and it was our president who had spent a fortune to win the bid. Oh, I forgot to tell you that our president used to be a big fan of your mother. He loves listening to her violin performance."

For now, Qi Fang could only explain so much. As for the lost relationship her mother and the President had shared together before, it was better not to mention it.

Xu Xiyan finally understood. So that explained it. She did not expect the President to be a fan of her mother.

As she stared at the oil painting, her eyes began to moisten, a layer of faint mist clouding her eyes.

I really miss mother!

Suddenly she felt someone squeezing her shoulder. She turned to look. It was her husband, gripping her shoulder with his strong hand, giving her strength that comforted her.