But thinking about my earlier enthusiasm, asking someone to bow now would seem insincere. He had to timely hold his hand and said, "No need for formalities, Brother Shen."
He turned around and feigned surprise, asking, "Who is this madam?"
"My wife."
"Oh, so this is Madam Shen."
Su An'an slightly bowed again and said, "I, your servant, have seen His Highness, Prince Xian."
Song Xingyuan instinctively wanted to reach out and hold her arm, saying no need for such courtesy.
But just as his hand stretched out, and before he touched her, someone looked over with a cool gaze.
Don't ask him why he could feel it through the white gauze covering his eyes.
The answer is he had been glanced at too many times, forming a conditioned reflex.
Song Xingyuan coughed, withdrew his extended hand, and gently said, "Madam Shen, you need not be so formal."
Su An'an: "Thank you, Your Highness."
Shen Yong walked over, and Su An'an called, second uncle.
