Shen Han pulled out a wooden stool and handed it to her, and Bai Qinghuan smiled as she reached out to accept it.
She also handed over the meal she had brought to Shen Han.
These days, Bai Qinghuan would visit him every few days.
Shen Han had never told her not to come, and regarding Bai Qinghuan's visits, he expressed no opinion on them.
If you want to come, come.
If you don't want to, then don't think about it.
Ordinarily, such a privilege would seem very rare to outsiders, especially considering how cold Shen Han usually was towards others.
The new residents in the surrounding left and right neighbors all assumed Bai Qinghuan had a special relationship with Shen Han.
Then, a while ago, it was heard that his official fiancée had left.
Some people were happy for the gentle and lovely Bai Qinghuan, and whenever they saw her coming, they would greet her cheerfully.
Others looked down on a young girl like her, running to Shen Han's side all the time with nothing better to do.
