"So it's Little Yan," said a voice. "I'm not your sister, call me Auntie. I'm your brother's friend. My last name is Li."
Mrs. Wei instantly knew that this little girl was the one An Er and the others had talked about, Lu Qing's sister.
She just hadn't expected that Little Yan would be so pretty.
Even the girls in the city couldn't compare to her delicate and charming appearance.
"Auntie?" Little Yan compared her to the aunties in her village, a bit confused, "but aunties aren't as young as you, are they?"
"Little one, you really are adorable."
No woman would dislike being called young, and upon hearing this innocent and bubbly remark, Mrs. Wei burst into joyous laughter.
Holding the soft and fragrant Little Yan, she didn't want to let go.
Little Yan also liked this beautiful and kind Auntie very much, finding her incredibly warm.
So the two of them, one big and one small, began to chat happily.
