Ge Liutao froze for a moment. Seeing this man had already surprised her greatly, and coupled with him calling her "Aunt" at his age, it inexplicably left her feeling unsettled.
"You, who are you?"
She asked the question, and from behind the man, a woman poked her head out tentatively.
Ge Liutao's eyes widened instantly.
"Qing—Zhuzhu!"
The Chiang Qingzhu before her was already quite different from the teenage daughter in her memories. If it had been several years ago, Ge Liutao might have been so flustered that she wouldn't have dared to recognize her.
Because the old Chiang Qingzhu used to wear two braided pigtails and a floral blouse. Though undeniably beautiful, her clothing and demeanor were no different from the other girls in their mountain village.
