OK? How can it be OK? Yi Luowa weakly set down the phone and suddenly thought of something. She abruptly lifted her head to look at the auntie standing nearby. Earlier, she had been completely captivated by her aura, and now she suddenly realized—why does she look so much like Ai Ni?
The auntie smiled warmly at her. "What's wrong? Did I scare you?"
"A-Auntie, my master said his mom has arrived, and I—I noticed you look a lot like Sister Ai Ni. Do you—do you know Sister Ai Ni?" Yi Luowa realized her tongue was starting to tie itself into knots.
"I'm Ai Ni's mom, Tong Yao. You—your name is Yi Luowa, isn't it?" Tong Yao saw her nervously clutching her shirt hem and smiled kindly.
Yi Luowa nodded nervously. "Hello, Auntie."
"Hello." Tong Yao smiled and looked at the girl standing beside her. "Mengjie, your young master's got pretty good taste, doesn't he!"
Tong Mengjie laughed. "Absolutely. Fourth Young Master is definitely the one in our family with the sharpest taste."
