"Dad." Xia Xingchen looked at Xia Donghe, her emotions complex. She had imagined many times the scene of meeting again, and how she would feel, but when it actually happened, Xia Xingchen found herself unexpectedly calm.
"Xingchen, how is your health?" Xia Donghe looked at Xia Xingchen, who seemed a bit fatter than before she went to the countryside. Her complexion was rosy and healthy, wearing a floral long dress covered by a trench coat, with leather shoes on her feet, looking very elegant.
Xia Qingwen noticed that Xia Xingchen looked even better than before, more refined, and even her skin seemed whiter and more tender. She twisted her face with jealousy but managed to suppress her feelings without losing composure.
