Shaohui looked at the little girl and her mother.
He still looked innocent and lost as he received the flowers. With a sweet smile, he quietly said, "Thank you, I like it very much."
It was a red flower, swaying in the breeze.
The little girl and her mum still looked anxious — her father was just an ordinary vice-principal, and they surely could not afford to offend somebody of Xia Ling's status. Everybody knew that Xia Ling's life journey had been a difficult one. Even if Shaohui didn't understand much about what their child had said, they couldn't be sure that Xia Ling would not be angry.
The guests and reporters were curious as to what was going to happen next.
