Before she could finish her sentence, Yan Huan turned around casually. Jin Gen's mother's finger froze midair. Yan Huan wore a silver fox fur coat that accented her dainty features and a pair of sapphire earrings. Village folks like Jin Gen's mother had no idea what her earrings were made of, but the gleam from it dazzled her eyes. The finger-thick gold chain she wore paled in comparison. Not only that, she could tell at a glance that the fox fur Yan Huan wore was authentic.
The woman had a small face and white—almost pale—skin, as unblemished, smooth and fragile as white porcelain.
She regarded Jin Gen's mother coolly. Jin Gen's mother hovered her finger midair awkwardly, unsure if she should put it down. She did it in the end, and immediately hid her finger behind herself.
"Where's that little bitch Xiao Yan?" demanded Jin Gen's mother, rolling up her sleeves and putting her hands on her hips. "Hey! I'm asking you where's that little bitch?"
