Lin Zhaoyan turned around and saw Madam Jiang who was dressed brightly. She immediately revealed a solicitous smile and greeted her warmly, "This must be the in-laws. She's so beautiful and dressed so beautifully."
Madam Jiang could not hide the disdain in her eyes. "You are—"
Lin Zhaoyan pretended not to see her disgust and introduced herself enthusiastically. "I'm Qingqian's aunt. You can call me Younger Sister."
Madam Jiang frowned tightly and sized her up carefully. This woman was dressed in rags, her skin was extremely rough, and her hair was like withered grass. No matter how she looked at it, she looked much older than her and actually took the initiative to say that she was the Younger Sister. Wasn't she basically calling her old?
"Aiyo, Older Sister, I'm not taking advantage of you!" Lin Chaoyan explained with a smile. "Don't judge me based on how old I look. I'm still young."
The word "old" made Madam Jiang's face darken.
