Wearing a simple cheongsam paired with an overcoat, her hair cascaded down her back, with a clip of the same color as the cheongsam holding back a strand at her ear. She was a sight to behold.
"Yangyang is up," Zheng Lingling, who was preparing breakfast, warmly greeted Ni Yan as she came in.
She showed no traces of dislike for Ni Yang, her eyebo were brimming with affection.
Ni Yang greeted her cheerfully, "Good morning, Auntie."
"Good morning," Zheng Lingling chuckled, "Not only are you a beauty, but your words are also as sweet as honey. Unlike our Xianjing, who's a bit aloof. She's not particularly good-looking and isn't quite the charmer either. Her introverted demeanor is really baffling."
With her silver tongue, Zheng Lingling could make the dead come alive and make the living dance to her tunes, leaving them utterly confused.
If the person in front of her wasn't Ni Yang, they would have surely dropped all their defenses.
