Some were pouring wine over fruits, some were preparing towels and clothes, and others were preparing massages.
Meanwhile, Shang Dongyuan sat calmly in his chair, elegantly wiping his wet short hair with a towel, exuding an air of supreme nobility.
For a moment, Chu Xiaoge felt a sense of disparity in status again.
Chuchu was still young and didn't understand these things; all she saw was her own father.
As she got closer, she let go of her mother's hand and ran toward her father with her short legs, shouting, "Daddy! Daddy!"
When Chu Xiaoge came to her senses, she found her hand was already empty.
She looked up and saw that Chuchu had already jumped into Shang Dongyuan's arms.
Shang Dongyuan didn't mind at all; he lifted Chuchu onto his lap and handed her some fruit from the side.
Seeing this, Chu Xiaoge couldn't help but feel a warmth in her heart.
She walked over quickly and called Chuchu, "Chuchu, come down."
