At this moment, a young girl wearing a light yellow princess dress, with a slender figure, snow-white skin, cherry lips, and bright eyes, as exquisite as a doll, radiant as a flower, walked towards Madam Aisha.
Her dark brown hair, curled like a delicate rose, was adorned with diamond stars, sparkling and making her appear incredibly captivating and beautiful.
"Aunt Yuan, where is the councilman's wife? When will she arrive?" She walked up to Madam Aisha, calling her Aunt Yuan, but her demeanor was far from respectful, her chin arrogantly raised.
Madam Aisha was momentarily startled upon seeing her and asked with concern, "Qingqing, aren't you in the middle of exam season? Why are you here?"
The girl called Yun Qingqing's face changed color, showing impatience: "I asked you a question, why are you meddling, don't think that because I call you Aunt Yuan, you have the right to manage me."
