Gong Beiming was not at home, and with a group of unfamiliar faces in front of her, Chi Xiaoyu felt somewhat restrained.
Jiang Chuyun's face slightly cold, said, "What are you standing around for? Hurry up and come greet your grandmother."
Only then did Chi Xiaoyu step forward with a smile, and politely greeted, "Grandmother, hello!"
"Girl, you're quite shy!" Old Madam Gong grabbed Chi Xiaoyu's hand and looked her over from head to toe, seeming very satisfied with Chi Xiaoyu.
"She's not seen much of the world; please don't mind her, Old Madam!" Jiang Chuyun would interject occasionally, her words neither salty nor bland.
It seemed unintentional, but in reality, she was constantly belittling Chi Xiaoyu, a complete turnaround from her warmth the day before.
"Come, come, child, sit here by your grandmother. You look so familiar; it's as if we've met before!"
said Old Madam Gong.
Jiang Chuyun's complexion turned rather unsightly.
