บท 817: Adoption

Little Shaohui had mixed feelings.

Xia Moyan as well—he never would've thought that Li Lei would try to curry favor with his father with chess. But well, it certainly worked.

He glared at his father—this old man wasn't reliable at all, nor was Shaohui. It seemed like he could only count on himself and his mother to ensure his sister's happiness.

He glanced at Madam Xia, who was still chatting happily with Xia Ling. The two of them went from talking about how difficult Xia Ling's life had been, to the latest fashion trends in the market. On that note, Xia Ling seemed to have thought of something and got Ah Nuo to hand her an item from the luggage. "Mom, take a look at this satin. This North European craft is about to become a lost art, so Li Lei especially got someone to make this for you. He heard that you like cape jasmines, and hence requested for it to be dyed this color…"