Yu Wanqing's gentleness, along with her dignified and elegant demeanor, is truly the most outstanding Xia Yinian has ever seen.
It's really not easy for a woman to live so exquisitely.
She now acts like the lady of the house here, and when she calls on Xia Yinian, it's like she's dealing with a disobedient younger relative.
"Is this little girl feeling wronged and throwing a tantrum?"
She smiles, not a hint of blame in her voice, only an elder's tenderness and indulgence for the younger.
"Come and sit down quickly. If you have any grievances, talk to your Uncle."
However, Xia Yinian doesn't look at her, focusing instead on Gu Beicheng, refusing to sit or move.
This is Gu Beicheng's place, whether to listen to her or not, it's up to him.
Finally, after sipping half a cup of hot tea, Gu Beicheng raises his head to glance at her.
"Having been here for so long without even a greeting, is this your idea of manners?"
"Uncle," Xia Yinian doesn't fuss and obediently calls out.
