Shen Zhilie took one glance at her before entering the kitchen, his lips curled up into a smile.
"Qianqian," Old Mrs. Shen called out again.
Ye Qianqian's body tensed up even more. "Yes, Grandmother. I'm here," she replied.
"Don't be nervous. Am I very terrifying?" Old Mrs. Shen watched her with a seemingly exasperated look on her face. "Although I might be harsh with you at times, you don't need to be so afraid when you're around me."
Ye Qianqian laughed. She felt so awkward that she was at a loss for words.
"That's right, that's right. I'm afraid," she thought. "After all, she's not just 'a little' harsh to me."
When Old Mrs. Shen saw Ye Qianqian's reaction, she laughed and said, "You saw my friends just now, didn't you?"
"Yes, I saw them."
"Dongfang is a good friend of mine. We've known each other for several decades. She likes you very much."
