Old Mrs. Shen knew that Ye Qianqian's parents had been divorced for a long time and that she didn't have a good relationship with her mother. That was the reason she spoke so openly about her.
After saying that, she leaned over conspiratorially and whispered, "I'll tell you something. Most people don't like women with such looks. They prefer a round face like yours. It looks good and carries good fortune."
Ye Qianqian smiled. Her face slightly reddened.
"Grandma, this is a tonic that Qianqian brought for you. You can tell that it has been aged for a long time. Take a look at it." Shen Zhilie took out the old ginseng. "Look how thoughtful my future wife is," he remarked.
Old Mrs. Shen was pleased when she saw it. She patted Ye Qianqian's hand and said, "Oh my! Your presence alone is more than enough! You didn't have to bring a gift! You're so courteous!"