Upon hearing that Mr. Lin was coming, the Wen family's sisters felt even more nervous and busy than Lin Nianhe, his own daughter.
But what they busied themselves with was different—Lin Nianhe was busy gathering food and cleaning the room, while the sisters hurriedly searched for the masks they had discarded months ago.
Undoubtedly, they were successful, because Comrade Old Lin, after stepping out with Lin Nianhe, shook his head and sighed, "Those two girls from the Wen family are too soft-natured, not like the children from our compound."
Lin Nianhe forced a laugh: "Hehehe... You haven't seen them when they're being themselves."
Comrade Old Lin, walking with Lin Nianhe, hadn't gone far when they encountered Minister Huang.
Lin Nianhe sweetly greeted him: "Uncle Huang, hello, you must be tired from your journey."
Minister Huang, who watched Lin Nianhe grow up, grinned and asked with his hands behind his back: "Girl, is there food?"
