Tang Li came out of the kitchen to find a servant leaving and Song Baiyan's hand now held a hairdryer: "Let's dry your hair first."
Tang Li sat down cooperatively.
Large hands moved through her short hair, tousling it repeatedly.
The warm air brushed across her face and neck, making Tang Li close her eyes involuntarily.
She remembered the dream from last night; it was this feeling, being cared for wholeheartedly, that always grounded her.
Uncle Tan led Ah Xi, who had finished her walk, back.
As he approached the main building's entrance, he saw the scene in the dining room: the girl sat in the chair while the master of the house used a hairdryer to blow dry her hair for her.
It was hard to imagine such a scene—
A man of high rank, apart from his own mother and daughter, doing such a thing for a girl who was not a relative.
After all, the Finance Minister was never known for being particularly tender-hearted.
