"Yinyin, you're here." Nan Fu Ren greeted Qin Yin with the same warmth as before, but Qin Yin only managed an awkward, brief smile.
"You're here. Have a seat." Nan Lao Fu Ren, embodying the demeanor of a family elder, sat stiffly upright on the couch.
Qin Yin suddenly realized why Nan Lao Fu Ren might not like her.
As Nan Sichen's wife, she hadn't embodied the elegance expected from someone of the Nan Family. Every time she sat on the sofa, she found herself leaning back, or sometimes even lying down. Sometimes, she'd cuddle a teddy bear and watch frivolous romantic dramas, wiping her tears with tissues as she watched.
She doubted Nan Lao Fu Ren would ever strike such a posture.
Qin Yin slowly walked over and saw the son and daughter of Ning Sao sitting on Nan Lao Fu Ren's right side. She had no choice but to sit on her left side.
