President Shen did not immediately answer Shen Fangli's question.
Instead, he carefully looked his daughter over again, confirming once more that it had only been a false alarm.
In the confinement room earlier, he had only had the flashlight for illumination, and he had worried there might have been something he failed to see clearly.
Only now did he finally relax.
As he headed farther into the lounge, he patted his chest. "Thank goodness you're alright. Otherwise, I wouldn't even know how to explain it to your mother when I got home."
Halfway there, when he saw Yan Wan, he suddenly realized that Shen Fangli had not been the only person in the lounge earlier.
He hurriedly stopped and apologized to Yan Wan.
Yan Wan smiled without minding. "It's alright. Since President Shen is here, I'll head downstairs first."
After saying that, she gave Shen Fangli a reassuring smile to show that she truly did not mind.
Watching her retreating figure, Shen Fangli said wistfully, "She's really amazing."
President Shen smiled and said something Shen Fangli thoroughly agreed with.
"The Yan Household really knows how to raise children."
"Every one of them is so outstanding."
Shen Fangli casually shut the door and nodded repeatedly.
Wasn't that true? There was actually a saying in business circles.
A rich second-generation heir who did not break the law was already a qualified rich second-generation heir.
A rich second-generation heir who did not start a business was a high-quality rich second-generation heir.
But the Yan Household's children were simply a little too outstanding among their peers.
In a coquettish tone, she asked, "Dad, what contract did you bring last time that made Yan Xianjue hold a grudge until now?"
Her daughter sounded sweet and adorable, but her old father only felt as if his