"This child looks just like Chenyuan when he was little, practically carved from the same mold," the grandmother joyfully remarked upon seeing Ou, "So fair-skinned, Chenyuan was the same, when he went out people would say, what a beautiful girl."
Lin Yan smiled as she looked at the now grown-up Lu Chenyuan, not a hint of effeminacy in his appearance, with sharp facial features and a distinct profile.
When it came time for dinner, the dishes on the long table were intricately arranged, tantalizing in both look and smell.
Only after Lin Yan arrived did she learn that the chefs employed by the Lu Family were all from star-rated hotels.
The rich feast in their mansions while the poor lie frozen in the streets, the gap between rich and poor is stark.
No wonder, for all these years, Lu Chenyuan never even had to order takeout, it was beneath him to do so.
Ou sat next to Lin Yan, his stomach audibly rumbling, yet he still didn't pick up his chopsticks.
