"Fanzi, do you not welcome us?"
The woman beside the girl, dressed lavishly and carrying herself with grace, appeared to be around thirty. Her skin was exceptionally well-maintained and radiant as she looked up and asked lightly.
This Fourth Aunt of Yang Fan's was the epitome of a noblewoman, no matter from which angle one looked.
"I do welcome you. I've never really met relatives from the clan so grown-up," Yang Fan said with a grin. "However, I think welcoming and being reasonable are two different things. Being aggressive right from the start and cursing with vile vocabulary—that doesn't seem like visiting but more like picking a quarrel."
Fourth Aunt's gaze turned indifferent as she looked at Yang Fan and spoke softly, "If you hadn't done something wrong, why would Xiao Lin curse you for no reason? Nothing is absolutely black or white in this world. But I know my daughter well, and she wouldn't curse someone without a reason."
