Sitting in the villa's living room was a middle-aged woman.
She must have been over fifty, but her skin was well-maintained, making her appear much younger.
With a dignified manner and graceful demeanor, she exuded the intellect and composed beauty of an Eastern woman, clearly portraying the wealthy matron of a distinguished family.
Ever since Yang Fei entered the living room, her gaze had focused on him, observing and scrutinizing carefully.
Yang Fei, with a calm expression, walked over and greeted her politely, "Aunt, hello. I am Yang Fei."
Duanmu Ling nodded slightly, smiled at Yang Fei, and pointing to the chair opposite her, said, "Don't be restrained, take a seat."
Yang Fei nodded and replied, "Alright, please wait a moment, I'll just put the groceries in the kitchen and then pour a cup of tea for both of you."
