Lin Xia had heard Lu Zheng talk about his grandmother's family situation. His grandmother's family had four children, with his father Lu Pengcheng being the eldest. There was also his second uncle, Lu Pengfei, and his eldest aunt, Lu Shuhui, who was present today, and his second aunt, Lu Hailing, who was far away in Shanghai.
Lin Xia, following Lu Zheng's introduction, greeted them boldly. She called them whatever he told her to.
Fang Youlan had short hair that reached her ears, not completely grey, with deep crow's feet at her eyes. When she looked at people, it naturally came with scrutinizing.
Lin Xia estimated that Fang Youlan was definitely over seventy, but she really looked quite young.
Fang Youlan maintained a faint smile, but the frustration and disdain in her eyes were undeniable.
Lu Guangqi had a slight smile on his face. Lin Xia noticed his left leg was disabled and, out of politeness, gave it only a cursory glance without staring overtly.
