"I don't rule out that possibility, but Xu Zijin probably hasn't managed to sway his fiancée yet. Xiaoling wouldn't be foolish enough to side with Xu Zijin…" Yan Yinuo calmly analyzed.
This made sense; it was indeed the reality.
Still, both mother and daughter were cautious and worried that their assumptions might be wrong. In the end, they decided to walk down one after the other.
As soon as she stepped out of the neighborhood gate, Yan Yinuo spotted Xiaoling in a pink knit sweater, her flaxen hair softly draped over her shoulders, giving off the vibe of a girl-next-door.
"Aunt, you've been waiting a while," Yan Yinuo said, her hands casually tucked into her pockets as she approached.
Hearing this, Xiaoling turned around, her quiet gaze scrutinizing Yan Yinuo without a flicker.
She was older than Yan Yinuo, but when it came to figure and looks, she didn't think she lost out to Yan Yinuo.
More significantly, she was fresher, younger than Yan Yinuo.
