The youth merely glanced at her, then calmly lowered his head, remaining quiet and inconspicuous.
Ning Zijin narrowed her eyes and walked over with a smile.
"Dad, Uncle."
"Zijin is back." Uncle Ning Qinghuan greeted her with a laugh, "I was just talking about you with your dad. You've been married for so many years; it's time to have children. The Ye family has such a vast estate, and he is their only son. It wouldn't be right if you didn't give them a child."
Ning Zijin's smile faded slightly, her tone involuntarily cooling as she cast her gaze on the youth.
"This must be Uncle's beloved son? His features indeed greatly resemble Uncle's, truly worthy of father and son." The sarcasm in her voice went undetected by Ning Qinghuan, or even if he did notice, he didn't care.
Ning Qinghuan, proud as ever of his son, promptly told the youth, "Zihuan, this is your eldest sister, Ning Zijin. In our family, she calls the shots. You'd better cling to her coattails."
