It seemed to be just after her noon rest, as Lin Shuhua descended the stairs clad in a dark green silk robe, striding arrogantly.
Though in her forties, her skin was well-maintained. With a face resembling Lin Kexin by a third and a demeanor that matched by seventy percent, both held an air of superiority.
As she made her way down, not once did her gaze fall upon Gu Xiaoer, instead her nostrils flared pretentiously towards the sky.
Gu Xiaoer felt her heart sink, having come here in a gloomy mood to begin with, and upon seeing Lin Shuhua's obvious distaste for her, she wanted nothing more than to finish her business with Gu Zhengjin and leave promptly. Gu Xiaoer thus ignored her, signaling Aunt Li to hurry on with her tasks.
"Gu Xiaoer, what kind of attitude is this? I am after all your elder, shouldn't you greet me properly?" Lin Shuhua's nature was domineering, and she never hid her contempt for Gu Xiaoer, picking her words for maximum offense.
"Aunt Lin."
