Pathetic Han Feng I

"Mother, do we have a guest?"

Qing Han's eyes widened and she turned toward Suyi.

'That beautiful aunt smells so familiar. It seems like she has a similar presence as my father, the state preceptor.'

The little girl bit her finger as she was stunned. "Pretty Aunt, have we met before?"

Her soft voice made Suyi's face bloom like a flower. She smiled brightly.

"You should call me Grandma."

Qing Han was skeptical. She thought for a while before she spoke again, "But, you're so young. You can't be much older than my mother. What if I call you Pretty Aunt?"

No woman hated to be praised. Even if Suyi did not age these past twenty years, she was all smiles after she heard what Qing Han had said.

"My son is older than your mother. You should call me Grandma."

Suyi did not notice the twinkle in Feng Ruqing's eyes when she was talking.

Feng Ruqing did not say anything. She smiled and looked at Suyi's familiar facial features.