The fragile, delicate figure seated on Mr. Feng's wide and imposing purple sandalwood carved Taishi chair suddenly seemed anything but small. Instead, it was as though the chair was custom-made for her.
Exuding a natural dominance.
Housekeeper Xing nodded and bowed out.
"Wait…" Just as Housekeeper Xing was about to close the door, Sheng Ning suddenly called out, "Uncle Xing, may I call you that from now on?"
Housekeeper Xing was taken aback, his steps faltering.
"Uncle Xing, you've devoted most of your life to the Feng Family, working tirelessly for my uncle, and you've long been considered family by him. You're also an elder to me." Sheng Ning stopped there, making her point.
"Thank you!" This time, Housekeeper Xing did not bow; no one is born liking to bow to others.
"You've worked hard." Sheng Ning smiled, despite looking exhausted, she still radiated a captivating beauty.
