The young girl, somewhat shyly fidgeting with the hem of her dress, saw her mother's warm smile reflected in the mirror and couldn't help but smile along.
"Madam, Mr. Liu has returned."
Hearing this, Jian Huiru responded and picked up Liu Mingxing: "Let's go, we'll have dinner with your father."
Clutching her mother's neck, Liu Mingxing descended the stairs and saw her father, Liu Jiantian, who was still quite young at the time, in his early twenties, with a gentle and handsome countenance. He had just taken off his suit jacket as he entered, sparing Liu Mingxing and her mother only a cool glance before proceeding to the dining room.
Jian Huiru paused for a moment, and Liu Mingxing felt herself being hugged tightly by her. She felt a bit uneasy and called out, "Mommy…"
"It's nothing." Jian Huiru's beautiful face revealed a comforting smile, she regained her composure and carried Liu Mingxing into the dining room.
"Why did you come back so late today?"
Jian Huiru asked softly.
