No one knew that Ji Ruofeng didn't even glance at them, as he walked in with Song Shijia.
In his eyes, Song Xinyao, who posed at her best angle with a shy face, seemed like a clown.
Song Xinyao bit her lip tightly and complained, "Mom, he didn't even look at me... "
"It's just because there were too many people, he didn't notice. Don't worry, there'll be another chance. Buck up," Wang Xiaoyu whispered, "Once you win him over, he'll be yours."
Song Shijia and Ji Ruofeng walked together to the living room.
Thinking about Song Xinyao's previous gaze, she frowned slightly.
Seeing her silent, Ji Ruofeng asked, "What's wrong? Was I too harsh earlier?"
"No." Song Shijia shook her head and smiled.
Every time she returned, her stepmother never greeted her kindly. A few years ago, she would at least pretend, but as her relationship with Father Ji became more strained, Wang Xiaoyu didn't even bother with the pretense.
This was one of the rare times she saw that flustered look on her.
