"Young Mistress—"
Respectful greetings resounded spontaneously from everyone.
The greeting was formal and sounded exceptionally loud and cheery.
Standing at the very front, Nian Xiaomu was in a daze for a moment after hearing this unfamiliar way of addressing her.
She turned to look at Matriarch Yu, who had a warm and affectionate grin on her face, and slapped her palm as she remarked, "Silly girl, what are you waiting for? Put on the air as the woman of the household. In future, the Yu Family is in the hands of you and Yu Yuehan. An old lady like me can rest comfortably in my remaining days and lead a carefree life playing with my grandchildren."
"Grandma…"
