That evening, in a private hotel room in Modu, Zhao Lizhen and her family arrived to meet a man with a very placid demeanor who appeared to be in his early fifties. In reality, he was nearly sixty. By his side sat his wife, a beautiful woman with a gentle and graceful air. Zhao Lizhen had come to know Miao Lang through his wife.
Mrs. Miao looked at the quadruplets with undisguised envy. "My dear sister, your grandchildren are all so handsome!" she exclaimed.
Zhao Lizhen replied humbly, "They're not nearly as beautiful as your mixed-race grandchild! With blue eyes and golden hair, she's as adorable as a Barbie doll."
