Lu Jihan at this moment held Song Yinyin's hand and led her to the other side of the dining room: "Come sit over here."
From the moment he stepped into the old house, his gaze never left her, his large hand tightly clasping her small one, much like a young man experiencing first love.
Yan Xue rarely saw this side of Lu Jihan, and couldn't help but let a satisfied smile curl her lips.
It seems like having a little niece to hold by next year is no problem at all.
The dining room in the old house was long, with a long dining table placed in the center. There were five chairs on each side and one at each end, accommodating a total of twelve people.
Paintings hung on one wall of the dining room, while the other wall had a long window, partially open, with two layers of curtains hanging down.
One layer was sheer, and the other was fabric. Generally, the sheer curtains were drawn, and the fabric curtains were pulled to the sides to let the outside light in.
