"Is that Mrs. Ruan's daughter?" she asked, her fondness for ten-year-old girls naturally growing because of her own daughter.
"Yes, Jiaojiao, come here." Shu Jiao nodded with a smile, speaking of her daughter with a tender look in her eyes.
Ruan Jiaojiao let go of Ruan Hao's hand and walked over, obediently greeting people as Shu Jiao directed.
Ruan Jiaojiao seemed to have a natural charm that made people who liked her like her immensely, even on the first meeting.
Mrs. Xin was just like that. She looked at Ruan Jiaojiao, who walked up to her and called her aunt, and immediately pulled her over, smiling as she said to Shu Jiao, "Mrs. Shu, you've raised this child so well. I felt an instant connection. My daughter is ten this year; let Jiaojiao be good friends with her, okay?"
Ruan Jiaojiao could only nod.
