Wang Qiuling looked at Li Chengyun, who sat quietly aside,
hardly speaking since the initial greetings. She gave a small chuckle: "Chengyun, you're just like your younger self, still not much of a talker."
At that moment, Li Chengyun was slowly pouring tea. Hearing her words, he lifted his eyes towards her: "In my eyes, auntie, you're just as you were before, with no change at all."
Upon hearing this, Wang Qiuling laughed: "How could that be? I've grown older."
Yu Jingrong offered a sweet smile and clung to Wang Qiuling's arm: "No, you haven't aged. Aunt looks just as beautiful and young as she used to."
"This sweet little mouth of yours, it's even sweeter than before. But auntie loves it," Wang Qiuling said, playfully pinching her cheek, "You two have been together quite some time. When are you planning on getting married?"
