"Mom, don't scare Miss Rong." Madame Shen, with newfound confidence, held Rong Yan's hand with a friendly and kind demeanor, "It's better for my mom to acknowledge a foster granddaughter than for me to acknowledge you as a foster daughter. This is a good thing, you'll agree, right?"
Her recognizing a foster daughter only represented herself after all, she married into the Shen family, and her background couldn't compare to the Shen family.
But Old Madame Shen was different. The Old Madam's family was one of the top noble families in Jiangbei City, and she was now the head of the Shen family, so her words carried much more weight.
"Calling you Miss Rong feels too distant, your name is Rong Yan? What a nice name. I'll call you Little Rong from now on."
