Inclusive Of Everything

Yun Xiangxiang felt extremely awkward when she returned home, but Song Mian acted naturally.

After dinner, Song Mian Held Yun Xiangxiang's hand as they strolled in the garden. Yun Xiangxiang finally couldn't help but ask, "What... did my father say to you?"

Song Mian lowered his head and smiled. He raised his head and looked ahead. Under the warm light of the street lamps, there was a cluster of quietly blooming roses. The bright red color was originally a little aggressive, but when it was sprinkled with a layer of yellow light, it was exceptionally gentle.

Just like Yun Xiangxiang, who was beside him, in the eyes of outsiders, she was a dazzling and charming girl. When she returned to his side, she had become a gentle little girl who had withdrawn all her thorns and was still a little delicate.

"I didn't say anything. Uncle just said some things between us men."