Shanshan's position in the Ling family, far from being shaken by the turmoil, had actually become even more secure.
She was still the little sun of the family, cherished in the palm of their hands.
Ding Qin and Ling Zhenkang's affection for her grew with each passing day, becoming even more apparent than before.
Whenever they had a spare moment, the old couple would vie for the chance to take her out.
Every weekend, there was always one thing on their schedule.
Spending time with Shanshan.
Her name gradually began to spread within their social circle.
As she attended more and more gatherings, Shanshan's wardrobe underwent a dramatic transformation.
At first, she only had a small cabinet that could barely hold a few changes of clothes.
But now, that wall had been completely converted into a walk-in closet.
Pulling open the closet doors revealed row upon row of colorful little dresses.
