Lu Yan picked up the phone and heard the girl's soft and gentle voice coming through the phone. She had said, "Ah Yan, how are you?"
He peered through the glass partition at the girl. Today, the girl was wearing a form-fitting fringe skirt with a white cardigan. Her silky hair cascaded down, and the hair beside her cheek was tucked behind her fair earlobe, revealing her youthful and ravishing face.
She was raised by him and her basic needs were all provided by him, but he did not know what good food he had given her to make her skin as smooth and white as the suet of a sheep, which enticed one to take a bite.
He had not seen her for only four months and she seemed to have grown a little more mature and beautiful.
He raised his eyebrows and smiled. "I'm very well. How about you?"
Was she well?
She was very unwell.
