Feeling her daughter's shy demeanor, Song Mei-shun gently ruffled her daughter's somewhat messy black hair and said, "Alright, alright..."
"You're already a big girl."
"Mom was up all night and hasn't even had the chance to change clothes."
"You should go freshen up too; guests will be arriving soon."
"Mhm~~!" Song Qiao'en nodded within her mother's embrace.
But just when Song Mei-shun thought the matter had ended,
her daughter once again left her frozen in place.
"Mom~~!"
"This chairman from Hua Country, he's not taking a fancy to you, is he?"
Again, it was her daughter's remark.
But this time, her daughter's words caused a hint of panic to arise in Song Mei-shun's heart.
Her pretty face, already pale from lack of rest, couldn't help but flush with redness amidst the panic.
And Song Mei-shun's reaction—how could Song Qiao'en, her daughter, fail to notice?