rs, and Wen Jing had been influenced by him since a young age, so she wasn’t bad at it either. Although she wasn’t very interested in it, she could still manage to play well enough. Dad Wen’s impressi...he hand but instead held it tightly as their fingers intertwined and rested atop his chest. Neither spoke, a scenario unexpected yet bringing immense joy.Baixue..."Are dad and mom here too I remember...