Within a week, Cheng Xining had already encountered Shen Mianmian for the second time. She felt that Shen Mianmian was like an unshakable ghost, clinging to Brother Nan in Licheng, and now in Beijing, had even cozied up to her cousin.
"Xining, you know Mianmian too?" Ruan Yiyang smiled, "It's good that everyone is familiar with each other. Mianmian, don't be too formal, we're all family here."
Just as Cheng Xining was about to speak, He Nan stopped her with a glance. Annoyed, she stamped her foot and swallowed all her words back.
"Aunt Ruan, Uncle Ruan..."
Shen Mianmian didn't bother with Cheng Xining but politely greeted the elders instead.
Cheng Xining's eyes were nearly popping out, while Ruan Lingyu remained silent with a complex expression.
