Without a doubt, Mrs. Jing was a beauty.
And she was a beauty with quite a temperament.
Perhaps because she was at home, Mrs. Jing's attire was casual, consisting of a loose white knit sweater paired with slightly baggy sweatpants, a very simple style.
But the smile she always wore made her look elegant, composed, dignified, and generous.
However...
"Is this Xiao Shu? Oh my, you truly are a living, breathing little beauty!"
After greeting her, the beauty went forward, took Tang Shu's little hand, and twirled her around. The originally somewhat elegant smile suddenly seemed a bit mischievous.
It was as if... it had taken on a hint of playfulness?
Tang Shu was bewildered. She swore she had only heard this tone of voice once before.
And that time, she had ended up breaking the other person's hand.
She glanced sideways at Jing Yu and saw him looking both helpless and somewhat speechless, his expression quite entertaining.
