"Xiaowan, this place..."
Ye Wan arrived at the café right on time.
As soon as she entered, she saw Yang Shuyan waving at her from a booth by the window.
Having just celebrated her fortieth birthday and despite her rural origins, Yang Shuyan looked after so many years of affluent living like she was just in her early thirties.
Her hair was loosely pinned up, revealing a lovely face.
If you disregarded the diamonds and gold on her ears, neck, wrists, and fingers, Yang Shuyan's demeanor was quite pleasant.
Unfortunately, she now exuded the aura of a nouveau riche.
As if she was afraid others wouldn't know she was rich.
"Great-aunt..."
Ye Wan sat down and got straight to the point, "I heard from Little Cheng that you went to his school?"
"Yes..."
Yang Shuyan nodded, affecting the gentle manner of an elder, "Your parents are gone, and there's no one to look after him. As his aunt, shouldn't I be concerned?"
