Zhao Youlin sensed her son's nervousness. She caressed his small head and comforted him, "We're going to visit your... grandma first. She's friendly. Joy, be a good boy and be polite later. If you do, Grandma would like you as much as Great-grandpa, got it?"
"Got it." Joy nodded obediently and held Zhao Youlin's hand. They walked around an elegant courtyard full of plain white flowers and into a secluded small loft.
When they opened the big wooden door, they were greeted by a graceful figure in white.
"Madam, the eldest lady and the young master of the third generation have arrived."
Within Zhao Youlin's expectation, she was a very elegant and dignified woman.
