After these words fell, a moment of silence filled the air.
Whoever wanted to shut someone up clearly shouldn't be too obvious about it.
When Lu Father looked at Wen Xian again, a hint of warmth shone through his usually stern eyes, "Child, next time you have a chance to go to Beijing, don't stay outside, come stay at our house."
As soon as he said this—
Wen Xian's heart quivered, and a complex, indescribable feeling suddenly spread across the tip of her heart, as if it touched a deep place inside her.
Coming to stay at their house...
That phrase made her feel alienated, scared, but also kindled a strange longing.
She knew, Lu Father had truly accepted her.
At that moment, her fingers were suddenly grasped by Lu Xiao's large hand, and his voice, low and deep, followed, "Next time you stay at our house, I'll take you to see the flag-raising at Tiananmen in the morning."