The life of wealthy people is good. How long does it take to finish eating? Aunt Qin went upstairs and called us to eat fruit after dinner.

Fu Zhimei still took my hand downstairs. His palm was so big that his big hand wrapped my small hand. A warm current passed through him. This feeling was strange.

Unlike the warmth brought by my father's generous palm when he was a child, it ran into my hand like an electric current. It was a burning feeling. I didn't like it.

He shook off his palm and awkwardly stepped back, rubbing his hand behind his pants.

Fu Zhimei watched the strange little...