After Yu Zexiao finished speaking and came upstairs, Jian Anning was sitting properly in front of the dressing table at home, brushing her hair.
Her hair was long and straight. Even though she used to live in Canada, she didn't dye it blonde or perm it curly like the girls over there, but kept it very natural and healthy. Perhaps it was because her family had been harmonious in recent years, her career was going well, and their relationship was strong, that even though she was over thirty, she still looked like a girl in her twenties.
Yu Zexiao saw her holding the brush, combing her hair stroke by stroke, and felt relieved. Grandma had been harboring resentment these past few years—not just grandma, actually grandpa and dad did too. Even Shen Lanxiao, although she didn't say it out loud, really hoped he would have a child soon.
