"It's already very valuable, thank you, Mom." Shi Su immediately changed her tone voluntarily, then turned to look at Jing Hanhai: "Thank you, Dad."
Both Mrs. Jing and Jing Hanhai looked deeply at her, reluctantly nodding in public, acknowledging it.
Everyone present was clever, whether an observer or a main character, regardless of their purpose for coming, but at least everyone chose the most appropriate way in such a setting.
Only Jing Sixue's fingers were squeezing her bag increasingly tightly.
She couldn't say a single word more here; in the moment her parents had to make a choice, she looked somewhat confused towards Jing Jihan.
The look in Jing Jihan's eyes supposedly didn't hold much warmth, but at this moment, they contained Shi Su, a warmth she had never seen before.
—So, Jing Jihan wasn't ice, not a god beyond reach.
He too could have warmth.
