Led in by the butler, Shen You'an walked into the living room. An elderly woman with graying hair, seated on the sofa and leaning on a cane, trembled as she stood up, her gaze toward the visitor brimming with emotion.
The fruit basket and health supplements in Shen You'an's hand were taken by a maid. Shen You'an walked forward with a smile.
"Madam Gu, hello, I'm Shen You'an. You can just call me An'an."
Madam Gu stared dazedly at the face before her. "Like, far too like..."
Watching on TV, she hadn't felt it, but with the real person standing in front of her, she was startled to see in that face traces of Shen Qiunong and the charm of Sang Ziming.
Yet on the basis of those two, the girl before her had grown a bearing entirely her own.
"Good child." Madam Gu instinctively took Shen You'an's hand, patting the tender skin on the back of it. The appreciation and affection in her clouded eyes were utterly undisguised.
