"You can come often in the future." Su Qianci scraped the surface of the tea with the lid. Her hand was slightly shaking as she spoke. "The children were just complaining a few days ago that you don't come to see them often enough. And I happen to want to learn shooting." Then, she looked up at Rong Haiyue. "Can you teach me?"
"Of course!" Rong Haiyue immediately agreed, a little excited.
Rong Xuan looked at Su Qianci, a bit dazed. Four years later, her daughter had grown up a lot. In the past, she had tender and round cheeks, and now her face was more angled, with a mature and capable look. The way she talked and handled things were just as impeccable. Had she accepted them? Rong Xuan was in happy tears, but no one said anything.
